Fitchburg days was this past weekend. Griffin had seen the carnival being set up earlier in the week when we stopped at the dream park after school. Friday I asked him if he wanted to fly kites and he quickly agreed and then insisted we fly kites at the dream park so we could inspect the progress of the carnival.
When we arrived the first thing we saw was a group of men all wearing jumpsuits and someone who appeared to be a warden in a big hat. Apparently they were using prison labor to set up the tents, it was like reality shifted and we were suddenly in a Southern prison movie. Griffin looked at the warden and loudly announced “That’s a funny cowboy!”
Then we started flying our kites on the field behind the dream park. After a while a little person drove up on a small moped and offered to help get the kites into the air. At some point the person’s cell phone rang and his ring tone was circus music. So reality shifted again and now we’re in Carnivale. After a while the little person announced that flying kites is the “best vice for the price”, got on his moped, and drove off. Griffin said “Whoa! He has a motorcycle.”
Then we stopped flying kites and walked around the carnival grounds so Griffin could inspect all the rides, guess how they worked, and figure out which ones he’d be tall enough to ride on. The carnival workers were really friendly and seemed to appreciate having an enthusiastic kid around saying “Cool!” and “Whoa!” every few steps.
We went home for a nap and then the whole family returned for a night of riding the rides, eating unhealthy food, and watching the fireworks. Griffin got a glow stick and beamed about it for at least an hour. It really doesn’t get better than that.