The Milk Bar is Not on Display

Today we went to the Oregon Country Fair. I LOVE the fair. It is such a wonderful experience. So much free-spirited wonderfulness!

My friend asked me if I would want to go to the fair topless or have my breasts painted and go around the fair that way. My answer? Of course!! That would be so much fun. I love being topless outdoors. Simply doesn't happen often enough. The problem, though? (Besides the awkward teenage boys who simply want to go to the fair to oogle at topless women...) The problem is that then Jake would assume the milk bar was open. All day. Open whether or not the boobs had paint on them. Just one big yum, mama's milk! fest all day long. So nope, the boobs stay covered. The milk bar is only open some of the time.

So going topless at the fair? Nope. Not for a long time, anyway. Maybe when I'm 50 and not only will my children be weaned but they won't be at the fair with me. But by then that might simply scare the teenage boys.