Lola and her cousin Easton have a complicated relationship.
Its main components include bossiness (her), defiance (him) and a lot of (mostly) harmless debate (them).
Lola, having pondered the meaning of it all, approached me one day and presented me with a simple solution:
"Mama, Easton and I fight sometimes. That means we need to get married."
Hmmm.
That being said, when we met up with the other Ivins at the Davis County Fair, Lola seemed committed to this new venture.
Everyone knows the best place for hand-holding cousins is a county fair.
In the past, our tradition has been to hit up the Utah State Fair -- (in)famous for its dazzling display of mullets, wife-beater tanks and tattoos.
Now that we have kids, however, it was nice to trade all that in for free pony rides and cheap cotton candy.
One can't escape a trip to such a place without traumatizing one's child.
Let's just say the little rollercoaster will end up costing me big time in the form of therapy bills.
Before:
After:
I guess I'm officially that mean parent who photographs her children in moments of great distress.
Poor baby girl.
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