Thursday, and the sun beating down. The kids and I hop on the SUB (sport utility bicycle) and ride across town to the fair.
Long lines to the ticket booths. Twenty-two dollars buys a paper bracelet and unlimited rides in the carnival. "We want to do this ride by ourselves, Maddy. You stay right here!" "I think I'll go over there, in the shade." "Okay."
Two boys, buckled in. The Flying Tiger. The Tiger Express. A roller coaster, of sorts. Big smiles, and squeals of fright and laughter. "That was fun!" "Are you hungry?" "No, let's ride that one next!"
Growing hunger, and, at last, a rest. Cotton candy, corn dogs, and snow cones, sitting on the grass in the shade of a tent. Trin snuggles onto my lap.
Skin growing hot, turning red. Slather on the sunscreen, climb onto the ferris wheel. The three of us, high above the crowds. The slingshot casts a few people even higher, flinging them from the ground to 100 feet high in a second. "No way I'm going on that one!"
Swedish pastries. The prayer booth. "Want to take the test to see if you're going to heaven? Just two questions!"
Nah. It's not that hard to tell. Who needs a test?