There is nothing like the smell of fried dough in the air, the sound of children screaming with delight, the feel of mud under your feet, and the sight of a massive cooked turkey leg. If you aren’t having fun at a fair, check your pulse. Fairs are like Vegas, for toddlers. The Topsfield Fair was our “official” fair family experience and we had a blast! Check out some of the pictures:
The D Man perfects his presidential side glance in the MEFA U.Fund Dreams Tour Tent:
Behind every great man, there’s a great…woman?
And here we are trying to get a good shot of who we want to be when we grow up. (I think my sister really nailed her career choice here as a pregnant viking)
TAKE 1: OW…
TAKE 3: ACT LIKE YA BEEN THERE, D…
TAKE 4: CHEESE!
I lose my stomach on a swing at the playground; Miss P. is much braver than I am. Luckily she was tall enough to ride most of the kiddie rides alone…
Except for this one:
It’s called Crazy Bus, Mom, not Crazy Woman.
My favorite photo from the Fair has to be this one, though. I captured my sister’s expression when she learned she should start saving for college when baby is in utero. Oops. Classic. She opened up a 529 plan that night and I slept a little better knowing my future niece or nephew had a college fund. The fried dough also helped.
THIS IS A SPONSORED POST. I PARTNERED WITH FIDELITY AND MEFA.
THE IDEAS AND OPINIONS ARE MY OWN.