Carnivals, I've decided, are a lot like clowns - a lot of fun and color at first glance and then there's just something scarey underneath.
I watched this family with interest. They were determined to have fun. Damn determined. The kids were exhausted and hot, red cheeked from the 90+ temperatures and running around, tired of the cheesy rides and wanting to go home. Dad told them no. He paid for those all night ride bracelets, dammit, and they were going to ride. Mom ate cotton candy, biting into one after another with a ferocity that made me wonder what she really wanted to bite. I think it's Dad - and not in that fun kind of biting way.