festivaling

First, there was this:
(Rosey's first all-by-herself carnival ride!)

And some of this:
(Cass's favorite, the alligator roller coaster - huge quivering lip on the girl when she wasn't tall enough to go on)

And many other things. Including the Tilt-A-Whirl, which I was foolish enough to take them both on. No, actually, they both looooved it - I was the one whining and drunkenly listing to the side when we got off. Can we go again Mama? Can we? Through white lips: Ask your father.*

Then we came back to town at dusk and watched the world dim.

Cass is fascinated with the way the sky goes blue before night falls.
Why does it do that, Mom? Look, I see the moon! (And the moon sees me!)

Then, suddenly, there was this:

And this:

And many ooohs and aaahs later, this:

And we bundled them both in the car and drove home and the questions got slower and slower and then....and then they were asleep. Dreaming of rides that never end and fantastic lights in the sky, I'm sure.

It had been a big day.


*How the mighty have fallen. I used to love the Scrambler. Now one little ride on the tilt-a-whirl and I had to go home, take two gravol (anti-nausea stuff) and moan on the bed awhile. I missed fair food. Getting older sucks.