The boys (including Paul’s best friend) went to the Orange County fair last night.

They ate snow cones in the heat

and sat next to more friends inside the stadium.

I am guessing it was loud and crazy

with old cars being crushed. As Henry said with excitement “wheels flew off” and “one almost caught on fire”.

They were thrilled!

On the way out, they stopped in the ice house to check out the ice sculptures

I waited up and heard all the stories about Bigfoot and the other trucks.