No cantaloupe ice cream. No Mud Volleyball. No animal petting zoo complete with ginormous snake.
The only saving grace was that they actually had hand spun cotton candy. (You might already know how I feel about that.)
|cotton candy as it should be|
We spent most of our time at the junior rodeo this year. And now Burrito wants to be one of these:
|Anyone for mutton bustin' next year??|
Hopefully I can talk him into be a cowboy for Halloween this year because currently he's planning on being a girl.
When do I start to worry?