Waiting is line is really hard when you are at any age, but when you are 5 years old it is torture.
Especially when you’ve waited for the bus to arrive…
Waited for the bus to load up and go…
And waited for your turn to do this…
This is the first thing he wanted to do at the fair. Just wanted to walk across the Boy Scouts rope bridge. Max was so excited about doing this but it required waiting. in. line.
Not easy to do at all.
Can you tell he’s a little bored?
Patience paid off, though. He got up to the top and said “this is going to be a blast!” then told the man that he was Indiana Jones. I guess all that waiting was good for his imagination.
After the rope bridge, we walked down with our friends to The Big Cheese for some more waiting for lunch. The 8 year olds behind the counter were a little slow in their service. But still. Mmmm, cheese.
This is Faith and Kate, my best friends. They’ve put up with my cheesiness for over a decade. We were having so much fun. It was a little windy at the fair. Not cold, though. It was sunny and warm, about 82 degrees. Am I rambling? Oh well. What was I saying? Oh yeah – speaking of hair, do you notice something different about me? I got a new haircut.
(hey, how’d that picture get in here? okay, I just wanted to show you my new haircut with less wind. I got it cut on Saturday and it’s taking me some getting used to but I like it. More importantly, though, doesn’t Mini look cute in her Arkansas outfit?)
Back to the fair.
After lunch, we were off to see the decorated toilets.
You know, just another exhibit at the fair.
Max had a special interest in the toilets, actually. See, he’s been designing his own as of late.
Say what, you ask? Take a look.
The seat goes up and down, too.
Maybe he’ll earn one of those blue ribbons at the fair someday. When he’s old enough to enter.
If he can wait.