This past week, our town set up a small carnival in the parking lot of a church not a quarter of a mile from our house. Despite the ridiculous heat (over it, August), we're not ones to pass up a good carnival, and we were pretty sure Hugo would love it.
Wrong. We were so wrong.
Hugo did not love the carnival. In fact, he cried on most of the rides and looked slightly panicked on all of the others. At one point, we watched our precious child sob and reach for us from the front seat of a rickety little train ride and felt completely sure that we were winning a "Parents of the Year" award.