Recent Bean Mot

So we went to the carnival. The Washington County Fair. I remember it as being much bigger, maybe it was, maybe not. That of course, is neither here nor there. The Bean started asking her Dad about rides.
He, being the person that he is, told her about the Vominater, an exciting ride she is as yet to small to go on, but will be able to one day. She qucikly developed a story about the Vominater. Here it is.

The Vominator goes in a circle really fast. It has a tube or sometimes circles. They shoot vomit into the air. It comes down on the ground. You have to wear your vomit shoes, or maybe vomit boots. Not sandals or clogs, because then you will have vomit toes. I will go on the Vominater when I am 60 and I will ride and ride and maybe vomit a little. It will be fun.

The End

We rode every ride she could ride. Her favorites were the bumper cars and “bug train,” a baby rollercoaster. It was rainy and muddy and 1000% humidity, but we still had a lot of fun.