Fair Time

With the coming of Fall comes the Utah State Fair. The aroma of cotton candy, popcorn and delicious corn dogs permeate the air. How I so looked forward to the fair every year, helping out my then Uncle Sam in his BBQ restaurant, riding the rides, going from vendor to vendor getting ice cream, and grab-bags...and oh how things so drastically change as the years go by. As soon as we entered the gates there was a fun activity for the kids to participate in that was put on by the FFA (Future Farmers of America) they got to put on their apron, get their basket and fill it with all of kinds of vegetables to then feed the cows, so they could milk the cows and then get on their John Deere tractor and take the milk to town to sell. What fun right? WRONG! So what do you get when it's 99 blistering degrees outside, a few thousand people herded into one spot, and what seems to be a million, excited little kids all hurried with excitement to try the same activities at one time??? One pissed off mother. That's right I encountered what can only be described as a complete psycho path. I realize that it's not okay for a child to be pushy no matter how innocent the crime is, manners come first! In our home manners are taught and practiced on a daily basis it's hard work constantly reminding our kids to chew with their mouths closed, don't interrupt when someone else is talking and so on...however there are three kids and when we take them out for fun I like to take the camera along and take a lot of pictures to capture the moments. So Hunter I guess was getting a pushy with another kid in his excitement to participate in the farm activity, being as there are three kids I didn't notice that Hunter was pushing this other child, had I or Gavin seen this act we most certainly would have put a stop to it, pulled Hunter back and made him wait his turn. So this psycho path I referred to earlier was another mother who was frustrated with the way my son had been pushy with her son, I understand this it would have bugged me also, however being the mature adult that I am, realize that there is a way to handle such a situation, this woman did not. This woman had the "goll" if you will to turn around get on my sons level look him in the eye and tell him that he was "a rude little boy" well I did notice this. I immediately walked up to her, (calmly) tapped her lightly on the shoulder and asked her "What's the problem?" she unleashed this great fury on me that reminded me a bit of when I used to fight with my brothers when we were younger, you know when you still talk and act like a toddler instead of using your "big words." She first started off with "Don't you F******** touch me again you B***** or I'll punch you in the face, your son is pushing my three year old" Me "Okay, I'm sorry he was pushed, I didn't see my son push your son, but regardless you don't talk to a child that way, if there's a problem talk to the parent!" Her "F** You B*** I'll punch you" Her Husband "knock it, off let's go" I'm sure that her husband was completely mortified as soon as I had calmed myself enough to look back up they were out of sight. I'm sure her son had he known better would have been quite impressed that his mom was such a tough cookie.

So despite the rough start we had to what was supposed to be a fun night out, ended up being just that a great time out with the family at the fair. Will we go back next year? I'm leaning towards....Hell No!