All's Fair

We left the fair well past bedtime, with filthy shoes and a small dent in Andy's wallet. We don't often commit to things like sugar and breaking rules, but when we go to the fair, it's different.

It's different, and also the same : we go to the fair and order the same food and take the same pictures and see the same animals. It's become a way to watch the boys grow, to measure their bodies and their brains against time.

We left right about the time optimism levels felt low, sprinkled with powdered sugar and smelling like grease, smiling.