Roll out the barrel...

Didgeridoo Boy and I went to the fair yesterday.

At the fair, there was a funhouse.

Didgeridoo Boy does love a funhouse.

In the funhouse, there were many things to play on.

Didgeridoo Boy does love to play.

One of the many things to play with was a rolling barrel thingamajig at the end of the funhouse.

Didgeridoo Boy has a special place in his heart for the rolling barrel thingamajig at the end of the funhouse.

Directly at the end of the rolling barrel thingamajig was a sign.

Didgeridoo Boy, caught up in the mirth of the moment, did not see this sign.

The sign said, "NO HANDSTANDS IN BARREL!"

(My a-ha moment of the day: "Oh! It's just called a barrel!")

Didgeridoo Boy dropped to floor of the barrel, scrambled about like a lanky crab, and executed a nearly perfect cartwheeling handstand.

I performed an excited hopping dance and told him he wasn't to do that.

He did it again.

I told him again.

He did it again.

And then the man operating the funhouse came over and told him what I had been telling him.

He didn't do it again.