Do I really need to say more? We all can picture them in our heads. Set up in any ole' available dirt lot, carnies with bad hair, bad teeth, and bad body odor. Over priced rides.
This particular one was pretty rinky dink. Half the rides were inflatable.
Anyway, I gave in to the pressure and took the kids to the carnival.
Despite my attitude toward the rejected carnival, the little ones had lots of fun.
And so did Tracey. She won a goldfish.