My children got to have their first taste of cotton candy at “The Taste of Colorado”. Please don’t call SRS, I am sure they only have mild psychological afflictions from waiting this long to enjoy that delicacy. Whenever I let the kids pick a special treat in a public area they start chanting (led by Gianna of course) “Oh, thank you Mother! Thank you! Thank you Mother!” making it look like I normally deprive them of even the smallest things. I guarantee they do NOT say such over dramatic thank you’s at any other time. Take for example, that one time I did everything for them to take care of their necessities, let’s just refer to this incident as “everyday”. No one was saying “Oh thank you mother” then. But I can’t really blame them; I feel more thankful when on the verge of a sugar induced coma as well.
That whole set up brings me to my point. Cotton candy makes people furious. Not literally furious, just facially furious. In an honest attempt to keep the cotton candy from sticking to their lips they end up contorting their face to that of a hideous war mongrel. Out of my many attempts to take a “cute” picture of them eating cotton candy this was all I got…
Gianna looks furious.
Gabriel looks terrifyingly furious.
If you know Michael, you know he tends to be a pretty happy person; this is his version of furious.
I’m not sure Ann fits under the furious label. I would probably file her under “poisoned”, as far as facial expressions go.
As far as the rest of the Taste of Colorado went; The kids got to ride some carnival rides (my Dad and I later determined they were very over priced. I mean, its a slide people! There are plenty of free slides at public parks).
Wheeeee! No one was at the top to help the kids get on to their “slide blanket”, so I just watched helplessly at the bottom as Ann tried to get on herself. She lived.
There was also one of those fun, foot bacteria castles…some people call them bouncy castles I think.
Gabe was leery of it at first (probably the strong smell of feet), but came to enjoy it later and cry when it was time to get off.
Gabe also rode a motorcycle.
It was a nice outing. Cotton candy…check. Overpriced carnival rides…check. The only thing that could have made it even better, would have been to be able to watch a short film of each carnival ride worker, detailing their back story. Now that would be some riveting entertainment!
We finished the day off with a ride on the free mall bus. My children had never been on a bus before since the public transportation where we live is about as convenient as walking 5 miles in your bare feet, and then taking a tricycle from there. So this was as good of an opportunity as any.
I don’t think the kids anticipated how many armpits would be in their face, or how many people would be talking to themselves.
On the way back home we ate at Burger King (not McDonald’s, because I want to live) and Eli played on a blanket.
Mark finished off the last stop of the trip by trying to bounce the children off the play equipment bridge…unsuccessfully.
It seemed like a good idea.
Hope you have the best of Sunday’s! I also hope you didn’t slip into a “boring coma” from reading this post. I am sure you know more than you ever ever ever wanted to about The Taste of Colorado (who should pay me for advertising, by the way).