A long and painful glance at what you ask?
A painful root canal?
No. That doesn't hold a candle.
A long 12 hour road trip?
Ha! Don't make me laugh!
Running a marathon?
Please, you're not even trying.
A vasectomy gone wrong?
Well, yes, but not what I am talking about!
Going to the Elkhart County Fair with 3 children?
Ding. Ding. Ding. You win!
Three times...
You'd think we would have learned the first time...nope...the second time...my head is shaking...the third...yes, we got smart.
The review...
Free tickets.
Rides.
Crying.
Ice Cream.
Sweating.
More Crying.
Donuts.
Elephants.
Screaming.
More sweating.
Meltdowns (yes that is plural).
Animals.
Tractor Pull.
and

A Child without shoes.
Yep, we got to the fair and Greg pulled Jett out of the car and asked, "where are Jett's shoes."
I respond my slapping my forehead and shouting "AHHHHH!"
So we check everywhere in the van and found a pair of Brayden's dress shoes under the seats. "Stuff his feet in them!"
Poor Jett.
We did.
He wears size 12-13 and Brayden's shoes were a 10.
I'm horrible!

Greg put the tractor he inherited in the fair this year. A Ford Jubilee. Our diamond in the ruff.

We dropped Kyla off at Aunt Darcy's so she didn't have to endure the loud tractor pull. The Cripe pulling team did great! We had awesome V.I.P seats this year which made it so much fun...and interesting when the tractors lauched towards us. Ahh, living the life:)

Now we just have 355 days to prepare ourselves for next year...