I was beginning to think this one was never going to leave town. I was trying to avoid Hwy. 259 North if at all possible because as soon as the kids would see the carnival, they would start whining to stop right now.
It's hard for kids to understand the concept of a dollar, so it was hard for them to understand that we couldn't go every night. I was trying to explain that it almost took a whole day's pay just to get through the gates, but that went over their heads real quick.
I think the teachers pumped them up before they went home by asking who's going to the fair tonight. As soon as I would pull in the driveway from work here they would all come asking if I'd take them.
We had already made our plans. We would take them one night. But all the “fun” activities are on the weekend, so if you take them one night during the week, you can bet on going back, even if you said you're not going to.
The kids put on their puppy dog faces with their lips curled and you give in. You do it to, and if you tell me a million times that you don't, I won't believe it!
And I remember when I was a child. How I begged to go every night, too. My parents would give in more often than not. I recall we knew exactly how far to go with it, and we were familiar with the line that couldn't be crossed, the one bordering that big NO!
Believe me, my kids get to do more than I did. And I got to go more than my parents did (so they say, but sometimes I wonder if they remember correctly). The way it's looking my grandkids are going to get to go every night according to how every generation gets to go more than the one before.
But, the kids have fun, which is the most important thing, but it sure does put a huge dent in the pocketbook. Luckily for our battered old budget, the fair only comes to town once a year.