The one thing I detest about this time of year is the fair.

At the end of every school year, the local university stadium parking lot is turned into the Cajun Heartland State Fair.
Hate. It.
I have actually not been in about 5 years.
The years I went before were only out of the possible guilt of being a bad mommy for not ever taking my kids to experience the fair.
I’m so over that.
We drove by the area that is being prepared for this event recently and the girls always talk about how they want to go. I would try to not drive near the area and pretend that this type of thing doesn’t exist, but it just happens to be the road we must take to get the girls to school.
I have obviously influenced K Belle. When La Petite Belle asked about going again this year, I didn’t even have to respond. K Belle said, “We don’t go because of the germs.” I pipe in, “and the filth, and the disease, and the grossness.”
For those of you who still think I’m being a bad mother, just know we frequent amusement parks … REAL amusement parks … as in Disney World, Dolly Wood, Six Flags, but not fairs. If I’m going to dish out $100 or more in one night, I’d rather enjoy my experience and not have to feel like I need a shower after.
So, when the girls were with my mom this past weekend, and they were talking about the fair, and my mother was saying we should go, La Petite Belle tells my mother that I won’t take them because of the germs.
My mom then proceeds to tell them I’m a germaphobe. 
As La Petite Belle is relaying this story back to me, she says that Nana called me a “germaholic.” So, there it is.
We won’t be going to the fair not only because I’m a “germaholic,” but because
A – yes, the germs … disease … filth … dirtiness of rides … swine flu ain’t nothin’ compared to some of the stuff you can get there
B – the ridiculous cost of tickets to ride spinning bears
C – the harassment from carnies
D – the rigged games that you never win
E – the Dollar Store prizes that you never win
F – the inappropriate behavior of most of the people that attend the fair
G – the nausea and bloating you receive after eating funnel cakes, roasted corn, candy apples, cotton candy, and giant corn dogs (although this would probably be the only reason I would go to the fair)
H – the variety of food that can be put on a stick
I – no one really needs an airbrushed t-shirt with a dolphin or Garfield on it
J – no one really needs a temporary tattoo of a snake or the saying “One Hot Mama”
K – the ride where I almost crushed my children and traumatized La Petite Belle
L – still not sure about carnies and if they’re the best influence on my children
Call me a germaholic. I don’t care. But, we will not be going to the fair. (Yes, that was a rhyme.)