Just when I think I am not giving my kids the cultural education they need living here in vanilla USA, I realize all I need to do is step outside my
front door car door and look around to see the culture that surrounds us. Because there is nothing like the State Fair—on kids-get-in-free night, no less—to open your kid's eyes to the amazing differences that abound.
What's more fun that watching a sheep get a haircut? Eating deep fried
fatPB&J sandwiches? Seeing all of those people who were too sick to be at a State Fair toting around oxygen tanks? (Aren't those for the ocean, mommy?) Looking at Wilbur and wondering what in the heck he did to deserve being carted to the State Fair if one of Charlotte's kids is there spinning words into webs? Watching not one, not two, but three cub scout dens walk by, wearing clown hats and red noses? (When will I get to wear one of those cool shirts, mommy?) Watching a fakehypnotist poke a needle in Mickey Mouse's bum and seeing five people on stage jumping and holding their booties in response? (What are those people doing, mommy?)
weirdness fun in such a small place. Who needs travel when you can go to the State Fair—even though the cost is remarkably comparable?
After, we went to Cookie's apartment and she took some lovely pics. Thanks Cook!
Monday, September 8, 2008