This continues the tale of my sister and I taking my son and daughter to their first fair….
For those who commented about how they hate dusty fairs, I must say this was one of the best I’ve been to. The weather was perfect. Rain from 1.5 days prior eliminated most of the dust, but had dried to where there wasn’t mud.
Perfect for children taking.
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Next to the butterfly tent was this huge Kids Farm area for two to ten year olds. My sister added three weeks to Lil Diva’s age so she could participate while I followed around the Tackler.
It was well organized, and frankly, a brilliant idea – I was very impressed and couldn’t believe how both kids got into it.
You Must Accessorize
We entered the farm and the kids were given a free (Pioneer) hat to keep, an apron, and a wooden bucket. The Tackler picked out his “seeds” (wooden chips with the image of various vegetables) and grabbed a mini trowel and rake to plant them in the garden.
It was The Tackler’s first real experience digging in dirt, and he quickly learned it does not move near as easily as sand.
We might have accidentally “eaten” some dirt as he sprayed some on us.
Lil Diva skipped the digging and went to the next step….
The Tackler then picked his “harvested” vegetables (also fake) and the bucket filling began.
A soybean station, gathering eggs, dropping off the soybeans for fuel. Corn harvesting. Picking apples from the orchard.
The Tackler really got into it, and I kept glimpsing Lil Diva (trailed by my sister) following the other kids, grabbing her items as she happily carried her bucket.
Do You Have a License?
Then tractor delivering – which involved more of me pushing him (he still hasn’t mastered pedaling) and correcting his steering as he veered madly off road.
He might have been a bit intoxicated on sugar.
Milking the plastic cow (water came out) was a favorite, and The Tackler had to try each teat before moving on and picking up his (empty) milk carton as I explained why cows are milked…
The Pay Off
At the end was a farmers market where they sold the vegetables and fruit left in their buckets and turned in their aprons. Each child earned one fake dollar bill, which they then took to the General Store and could buy one real item of food, from packaged sugary Little Debbie snacks, other snack food, real fruit, milk, orange juice, or a Popsicle.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was very warm, so The Tackler picked out a rocket Popsicle and I chose chocolate milk for Lil Diva (her first) – both in an effort to cool them down.
They both inhaled their hard earned rewards, though I did have to hunt down a straw for the milk carton. Thankfully, the iced coffee stand was just down the road and their stir straws were a perfect match.
The Tackler was a sticky red and blue mess when finished – the cleaning requiring more than a napkin could do. We went into the nearest building and found pens of the fair babies: ducks, chicks, a lamb, calves, turkeys, and goat kids.
Finally, my children found animals they liked.
After his sink bath, The Tackler found the ducklings. Then the baby chicks. The same child who whined and scoffed at the petting zoo parked his butt down and stared at the baby chicks for fifteen to twenty minutes. Lil Diva visited all the animals, as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.
That’s right. My son loves chicks.
A sign of the future?
It was just too cute.
But a meltdown lurked around the corner…
Stay tuned for: When “White Trash” is the Only Answer – The Fair Part 3
What is your favorite memory from a state fair, or state-fair-like event?