The fair means games for my little weirdos. They always come home with tons of little stuffed animals, guns, arrows and such. We stopped at a water gun bulls-eye game and the boys couldn’t catch a break, but the guy running the booth was determined that Jackson was going to be a winner.He kept letting him play for free. He came close a couple times, but kept coming in second.He wasn’t discouraged a bit. Finally, he played against me and Scott, and you know what? He won!The guy at the booth was messing with him about which bear he chose because he had to climb to get it.It was his favorite thing about the fair. The scary-ass ride came in a close second.