A few weeks ago we went to the rodeo. It's smaller here in Fort Worth than in Texas, and there is no celebrity musical entertainment. So, it's straight up cowboys. It's more authentic, if you will. I can't explain the way Fort Worth gathers around this event. Not everyone goes to it, but most everyone goes. It's amazing! Even the opera people and the scientists, and the artists, and the bankers, and the businessmen. All of them. They all go. And the most amusing part is that they all "cowboy up". Even, my husband. He wears wranglers and a cowboy hat approximately one to two times a year. But it's fun. No doubt. This year we introduced Amber to real cowboys.
And the kids watched the show without wiggling in their seats. They loved it too!
And when we walked the grounds where the animals were kept, they wanted to pet the horses.
And the food is one of their favorite parts. Cotton candy, snow cones, popcorn, corn dogs!
But the most surprising thing was when all three of my children stopped in their tracks while we were walking through the area with vendors and stared in fascination at the automatic sewing machine. I had to drag them away. Weird kids.