The OC Fair

Aidan had been excited for a week, since Kuya told him that we were going to the Orange County fair. Actually, we were ALL excited to go to the fair. For the "big people", as Aidan likes to call his parents and myself, the attraction lay primarily in the prospect of eating LOTS of fair food. I was particularly excited to have some funnel cake, which is the treat I've learned to associate with fairs.


On the day of the fair, the weather was sunny, so when Kuya and Aidan went off to enjoy the rides, Liz and I were glad of the chance to work on a tan. (Our desire to have a tan stems not from wanting to have the look of summer; we are just after the overall slimming effect that having darker skin brings.)


Aidan did have a great time getting on all the rides he wanted to try. Some rides were really lame, others were a bit more exciting and worth the dollar you shelled out. The ride we all enjoyed was the ski lift. Being at such a height freaked out Liz a bit, but we just imagined that we were on our way to go skiing (despite the oppressive heat), and all was well.


The big people as expected had a field day trying the different food booths. We had to pay for our excesses though. Liz and I felt a bit queasy at the end of the day because all of the food we had was fried (funnel cake included). On Aidan's part, the overstimulation of the fair (so many colors, so much to see and experience!) resulted in a meltdown. It started when he said he wanted a balloon just as we were on our way out of the fairgrounds. (He was probably trying to find a way to delay leaving the fair.) When his request was denied, he started sniffling, then whining, then finally he bawled his head out all the way home.

Which brings us to the lesson to be gleaned from spending the day at a county fair. You CAN have too much of a good thing.