California State Fair

I had not been to the California State Fair since I was 15 years old. Vickie was in town and Zach was working, so we took the girls on a weekday. There weren't many people there and we arrived when it opened, so everything was pretty calm and clean. The girls did great and it was a fun day.





In the van on the way to the fair, the girls said that they wanted to drive a pink car. Vickie assured them there would be a pink car for them to drive. "Vickie," I warned, "they will remember that. What if there is no pink car?"

"It's the fair! I'm sure there will be a pink car!" came the reply.

Touche.