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.Meet Philip.
2 comments:
I think Philip is adorable. Once upon a time a long time ago Becky came home from a Slumber party with a goldfish. It was the party favor-by the time she and her Dad got back from the pet store it cost more than it would have cost us to adopt a puppy from the pound. I can't remember its name but it was well loved. Jill
Makes for a nice room decoration. Phillip is one lucky fish.
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