We made our annual trip to the fair this evening after dinner, and I have to say I liked it much better than the madhouse that is Saturday morning at the fair. Number one, it was cool; number two, there were less people; and number three, the kids were well-behaved – probably because of numbers one and two.
After Noah and Natalie scaled the rock-climbing wall several times and Jonathan and Josiah went down the big slide and bounced in the castle – and we’d seen every horse, cow, llama, goat, rooster, chicken, guinea pig, rabbit, turkey, and duck under creation – we sat down to share an elephant ear. (Do all fairs have those, or is it a regional thing?)
Jonathan (6yo), my picky eater, refused to take a bite. I kept coaxing and finally got him to try it. As he licked the cinnamon and sugar off his fingers he said, “That’s good. So do they just cut its ear off?”
After we quit laughing, we quickly explained that it’s only called an elephant ear because of the size and shape, and that it’s simply fried dough sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. He was much relieved.