The OC Fair

Other than a few vague memories from childhood, I had never "experienced" the fair. At least not the way the Isley's experience the fair. Thankfully, my husband introduced me to an entirely new summer indulgence shortly after we were married, and I have never looked back! In Southern California, there are two big fairs from which to choose: the Orange County Fair and the Los Angeles County Fair. I prefer the latter (yes, even with the risk of a gang shooting), however, we occasionally partake in the former as a "warm-up" of sorts.

The OC Fair is everything you would imagine... and more. There are pigs, goats, carnies, rides, funnel cakes, music, women indigenous only to Orange County, and porta pottys all mixed up in one ferociously overpriced outdoor event not far from the beach.

Obviously, it was due time for Lacy to visit the fair!

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Randy and Lacy spent some time bonding over a funnel cake and eight dollars worth of "freshly squeezed" lemonade...

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Lacy discovered that the fair is NOTHING like Disneyland. At the fair, the workers don't care if you can't get your seat belt off or if you can't manage to get yourself off of the little "magic carpet" ride... they just want to make their eight bucks an hour and get on with it.

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Possibly against my better judgement, I allowed Lacy to ride this slide. All. By. Her. Self. As a child, Randy was hurt pretty badly on this same ride. He was none to pleased when her turned around to find Lacy climbing up the stairs alone except for the potato sack she would ride to the bottom. It is not often that Randy gets mad at me, but he was pretty irked. I spent the rest of the seven minutes at the bottom of the slide praying she would be okay. She was..

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Except for a small raspberry Lacy got on her arm when she used her elbow as a breaking mechanism towards the end of the ride.In the end, everything is always made better with batter-fried potatoes covered in salt and nacho cheese sauce.

Oh, and for those of you following Lacy's crazy comments, I have two memorable ones from last week:

Lacy: "So, let me get this straight... you love daddy."

Me: "Yes"

Lacy: "And daddy loves you."

Me: "Yes"

Lacy: "And everybody is okay with this?"

No lie, that is EXACTLY what she said. I am sure she saw it on a movie or TV show, but I just can't figure it out. The second thing she said was in the middle of dinner with my mother and sister-in-law after the fair last Friday night. But first let me give you a little back story... Lacy (yes, my THREE YEAR OLD), is learning her states & capitals, and her presidents. She is totally into it. While at Target the other day, she found flash cards with the presidents on them and we bought them for her. Now, every single day she stands in front of us with her pile of cards and asks, "who is this guy" to which we reply "Thomas Jefferson" (or whatever prez is on the card) and she usually repeats the name a few times then puts that card down and brings up the next. One of the cards she found particularly interesting was John F Kennedy. We explained that he had been assassinated (of course she wanted to know what the word meant... and by the way, now uses the term correctly!). So back to the dinner on Friday night... Lacy announced in the middle of dinner that, "John F Kennedy was shot in the frickin head with a frickin gun!" We all about fell over. To some extent, Lacy reminds me of Scout from the book To Kill A Mockingbird. She loves to use words (bad words too) purely for shock value. Yes, she is only THREE!!!