For the past week my hometown has been obsessed with one thing and one thing alone – the amazing, the incredible…Great Frederick Fair.

When the fair comes to town all of the radio stations do live broadcasts from the fairgrounds, all of the newspapers produce special editions devoted to it, heck, even the public school system develops a curriculum around the Great Frederick Fair. (Not to mention the fact that they actually close schools so that kids can attend. No, I am not kidding. Really.)

And like a good Fredericktonian family, we also make the annual pilgrimage out to the fairgrounds to experience this annual tradition.

This year I had the distinct privilege of chaperoning my son on his fourth grade field trip to the fair. When I learned that I was only responsible for  three boys during the trip I was ecstatic. A small manageable group = success and a pleasant learning experience.

Or so I thought.

As it turns out, the boys who attend an agriculturally-focused fair are mainly interested in one subject: ANIMAL POO.

People, believe me when I tell you that we examined a lot of poo that day.  Cow poo. Goat poo. Chicken poo. We even experienced Alpaca poo.  Oh yes, that was a rare treat.

These boys debated the cleanliness of the pig pavilion as opposed to the goat pavilion and horse pavilion. They evaluated the current animal facilities and mused over the inefficiencies of manual labor with regards to cow manure. (And really, why can’t cows just use the port-a-poties like the rest of us have to?) They even witnessed a goat relieving itself while getting a bath.

I can say with much confidence that the young men who attended the field trip with me that day can now identify and categorize a farm animal’s excrement in 3.4 seconds flat. Of that I am proud. I am sure that is exactly what the public school system had in mind when they authorized that field trip.

It was a joyous day, indeed.

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