So I needed to take my oldest out of the house and keep him busy for a number of hours today. Wife needed to get some packing and such taken care of. I knew of a fair happening this weekend halfway between our old and new houses. I advise him of this and we get on our way.

As I’m just about there I notice the signs advertising the fair are down … the few that remain let me know that it ended yesterday.

I call my mom and ask her if she is aware of anything else in the area. She advises that the next county over is doing theirs as well. I made some calls while en route to pick her up to come with us and determine that the other fair was a week prior.

This is no good. All the while the boy is asking when we will get to the fair.

At one point I tried to convince him that an old mom and pop restaurant was the fair. He was not fooled. He’s been to fairs before. He knows that some of them have rides and some of them don’t. All of them have a hot dog on a stick and carny folk.

In the end, he was satisfied by a ‘Kay Bees’ golf set. He loves that fucking thing.