Because we didn't have anything on our schedule for Saturday, we headed to a Street Fair a few towns over. We figured it would be a good chance to ease some of our white liberal guilt show the kids there's more out there than the rednecks at Wal-Mart introduce our children to different cultures. Remember, we're all about diversity here at the Cynical Dad household.
Ok. Who am I kidding? We went for the food.
We walked around for a few hours, checked out some crafts, took in a few performances, and ate and ate and ate some more.
Zoey was unimpressed with the whole affair.
The steel drum band? Yawn.
The Spanish folk dancers? Yawn.
The dude playing that six-foot-long gourd? Yawn.
The jugglers? Yawn.
It wasn't until we came upon the karate demonstration that I saw the look of wonder in her eyes that I love so much. She stood perfectly still for what seemed like an eternity (which is about two minutes for a four-year-old), mouth agape, watching every single move those guys were making.
And when they asked for volunteers? Zoey trampled seventeen people on her way to the stage. I knew they were just doing this to sucker us into enrolling her in their studio. But if it gave us five minutes of not having to hear, "I want to go home," they could've given her knives to play with for all I cared.
Of course, as soon as she came down from the stage, "I want to go home!" was replaced with "I want to take karate!" Can't win. We quickly herded her to the children's crafts area.
She decided to make a tribal mask. She was quite proud of her creation. So proud, she wore it around the house for the rest of the day, trying to scare Zed, Ella, and I by yelling "BOO!" every ninety seconds.
Oh well. Perhaps we're better off hanging out with our fellow rednecks at Wal-Mart. And if we start itching for a little diversity in our lives, we'll head over to Kmart.
BOO!
Related:
Zoey And The Amazing Multicultural Themed Camp
You Can Take The Family Out Of Wal-Mart, But That Doesn't Make Them Cultured
