“That looks fun. Can we ride daddy?”
“Sure Chelle,” he replied while licking the last of the funnel cakes powdered sugar from his fingers.
“Tickets?” The attendant queried as they approached, handed over two tickets, and took a seat.
They rocketed into the air, twirling about. Chelle screamed with delight as the lights flashed in time with the music.
Daddy screamed too. “Stop this thing! I’m going to be sick!”
The ride sped on however, his words lost in the cacophony of the carnival.
“Are you okay daddy?”
Nodding a blue face, gritting teeth, he prayed for the end.
WC:99
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The things we do to make our kids happy! 🙂
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No doubt.
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Oh dear – that poor father! Did make me smile though. 🙂
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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I’m glad it did Susan.
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Good for Daddy. And if he’s actually sick, Chelle will tease him endlessly. Parents are sometimes heroes!
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Never eat gooey sweet stuff just before sending your stomach into a mad orbit. 😉 Scene nicely detailed.
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You’ve got that right! Sweets and rides don’t mix. Thanks for stopping by.
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Methinks, Daddy’s face would be closer to green 😉 Some people will never learn to avoid the sickly sweet stuff BEFORE the turny-turn ride…
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You know, I think you may be right.
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Ha Ha!
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I identify with this.
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Unfortunately, so do I. Thanks for stopping by.
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Like the yarnspinner I too have been there and done that. Good times, thanks Curt.
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It is a feeling all too familiar and none too good.
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