Mom and Dad had an "I guess we should go..it's just something you're SUPPOSED to do" sort of attitude about it, but I warmed up to the County Fair thing REAL quick when I was introduced to my two new favorite foods: corn dogs and sno-cones. The rides were okay, but you'll see by my expressions where my heart lies at the County Fair: somewhere in the sugary, purple-y, liquidy depths of the snocone cup. I stop sharing at a time like this. Woe to the person who suggests I do otherwise. Two hours after my bedtime. On a full moon. Let's use a little common sense here, folks, and back away from the sno-cone.