Saturday night we take the annual family outing to the Williamson County Fair. Eliza & Lexi are impervious to the triple-digit-temperatures because they are basking in the glow of little-kid-sensory-overload: rides, $4 snow-cones, more rides, watching a guy get shot out of a cannon, yet more rides, ponies, and even more rides. And there’s this moment when pig-tailed Lexi, my ambitious little four-and-a-half year old looks out over this glorious scene, all illuminated by cheap twinkling colored bulbs and turns to me. I wait for something out of her little mouth like, “thank you Daddy, for bringing me to the fair,” or “this is so much fun,” or “you’re the best dad ever for throwing all sense of economic reason to the wind and paying $3 for some cheap ride that lasts 20 seconds.”
Instead, she says these words: “You see all this. When I grow up, I want to be the girl who sets it ALL up!” It’s the what no parent ever wants to hear. Last week, she wanted to be a doctor. This week, she wants to be a “carnie.” I’m all about kids following their dream, but if she is that easily persuaded about her future vocation, forget the fair - next weekend it’s off to the courthouse or an operating room!
Jay – Connor wants to be the guy shot out of the cannon or a cow milker (if that’s a proper name for that profession)!
all I am saying is that my roommate has a dream of starting carnie dental insurance…so at least her teeth will be taken care of:)
That is hilarious! She is so cute.
Ah yes, the Williamson County Fair. Fond memories. Looks like everyone’s smiling and doing well. Cheers.
I love Lexi… and if Eliza reads this, I love her too.
Andrew and I went to the Oktoberfest over the weekend and though of little Lexi. Andrew suggests a different career path. He wasn’t too pleased with the way the carnie’s ripped him off. But hey, I won a dwarf (Grumpy stuffed doll) ha-ha. I was pleased with myself.