Kits and the Fair

Kits are the bomb. I love the banana and the strawberry. I took the kids to the county fair this weekend. They had a blast. It was cool because the lines were really short for the kiddy rides. It is a trip though. A small town county fair is something to behold. You see people that could have come from nowhere other than the hills. Women with blue jean overalls on, men with ten gallon hats tight wranglers and western shirt, real life white men with rednecks with plaid shirts blue jeans and john deere hats. There was one kid there around the age of seven dressed like Festus from Gun Smoke. He had the vest the hat with the broken brim and everything. I got a good natured chuckle out of him. I also got a good chuckle out of the little boy who got on the kiddy roller coaster with my kids. His mother shouted out when the ride started. “John John hold on to your hat!!!!!”
This kid had on an authentic 10 gallon just like his daddy. I make the kids go with me to see the animals every year right before we leave. The bulls are my favorite. They are pretty darn big when you get right up on them. My son was scared of the longhorns for some reason so I didn’t get a chance to check them out real good. I came to realization on the way home from the fair that I am country but there are people ten times more country than I will ever be.