Once Upon a Fair

Once upon a time, there was little boy who loved tractors. He loved cars, buses, trains, trucks, anything that could go "VROOM VROOM" and had wheels.

His parents were very well aware of his love for all things with a motor, so they decided to take him to the combine derby at the country fair. 

"What a great idea,"  thought the mommy of the little boy. We can pet the animals and walk hand in hand, loving every moment, take fun pictures and eat delicious fair food. 

And then the mommy remembered that although the little boy loved animals, they did not rank in comparison to those things with motors. 

She kept living in her fantasy world. A fair is like a gigantic petting zoo, right? 

Kind of. But the boy would rather ride a tractor than the sweet little ponies. 

And he would rather watch combines destroy each other than anything else. 

And now, months later, that mommy knows exactly where "Car....crash...vroom....crash....." came from. 

It was that night at the fair. The night that the mommy knew for sure that her life was about to change. Babies are one thing, but being a mommy of a boy, a 2 year old boy involves a lot of "Vroom, vroom, crash!" 

The mommy of the little boy could not believe how much she enjoyed herself at the combine derby. By enjoyment, she means, that she will gladly go ONCE a year and only once a year. She so enjoyed seeing the smiles and awe on that baby boy's face. 

And she began to think about her perfect night at the fair.