Yesterday we went to the Champlain Valley Fair, which is always fun. Apparently a good day to go is Monday, early. It was very easy to get a front row seat for the Pig Racing. They loved this. The person calling out the names of the pigs and the winner picks a child, one out of each of four sections, to be the section's "cheerleader". If their pig wins, they get a prize, which, as far as I could see, was a pig on a key chain. This is the first time Fiona has either caught on to this or been interested and she wanted to be picked. She did get picked, but her pig didn't win. Being the total saps that we are, when it was announced you could buy a pig on a key chain for $2, we said okay.
Well. It's not just any pig on a key chain. It's a pooping pig on a key chain. And it's eyes pop out when you squeeze it. This is better than the egg coming out of the rubber chicken. At least we knew what we were getting with the chicken.
And get this. The poop? Is sticky. It's just all sorts of classy. It is the hot toy of the moment around here.
So, moving right along (ahem), we had a great time at the fair. Maple Creemies (yes, it's spelled that way) and mini doughnuts and fresh lemonade to be had.
Sophia's favorite, pony riding, also done. She didn't scream and cry this year when it was time to stop.
Sophia didn't get a pig and was distraught over this, so we decided to stop by this awesome toy store, Jamie Two-Coats' in Shelburne. We ended up getting Sophia this:
for her room, which is now underway. We're just waiting for the bed to get here...dum de dum de dum...
Both girls are crazy about this thing. I have a sheet clipped to it with big wooden clips
and it seems to be a place for Fiona's favorite books (about dragons and princesses), Dandra's lair, and also a place for unicorn play. In Sophia's room. I'm glad Sophia loves playing with Fiona!
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That pig key chain is SO WRONG. As objectionable as I think I would find it, esp as a mother, I can't help but think Alex and I would have been in hysterics over it (as young children, thank you).
Hell, with enough wine I might find that much laughter in it still.
Yes, they love to tell me how cute the pig is (they also do this because they see I don't like it, but Sophia is mostly copying Fiona).
I asked Fiona if I could take pictures of it (for the blog, but I didn't tell her that). She asked why. I think I said because it makes her so happy. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I wanted to post pictures of it to everyone to MOCK IT.
Especially after she said, "Are you taking pictures of it because you have finally realized how cute it is?"
Actually, I did bring myself to touch, uh, the sticky part and it did make me laugh. And wipe my finger on Doug's shirt.
Eewww.
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