November 14, 2011
Every year our homeowner's association hosts a neighborhood carnival, paid for with our homeowner's dues.
It's because of this fact that the minute that we got to the so-called Funival, I ordered my children to eat several hundred dollars worth of hamburgers.
"But I'm not hungry!" they cried in unison.
In addition to a "free" lunch, the Funival also had a D.J., a face painter, a temporary tattoo artist, and several moon bounces.
There are several hundred families that live in our neighborhood but there were easily several thousand people in attendance at the Funival.
"Something doesn't seem right," my husband observed as a group of kids ran by. They were wearing t-shirts emblazoned with the name of the elementary school across town.
I realized what was going on when I saw spotted half of my kids' soccer team in attendance.
"I didn't you know you lived in this neighborhood," I said to one mom.
"We don't," she replied casually. "But we come here every year."
On our way back from the Funival, we passed by the back gate. On the other side of the wrought iron fence were rows of parked cars. Entire families were climbing the fence.
"Why do I have the uneasy feeling that I just bought half of Orlando lunch?" my husband asked.
"Because you did," I said matter-of-factly.
So it is. So it is.