Twig and I attended the Darkmoon Faire this week.
She. Loves. It.
I will be so sad when it leaves. All the stuff there is just fun, with no real danger, the perfect place for a kid to mess around.
Anyway, I glyphed my stag to make sure she’d have a ride (she’s still working on navigating the game world “No, look at your minimap, see the dot…” or “Just follow the orange circle, see, it’s right over my head.”)
Mommy, am I heavy?
No, but your flaming swords burn my butt.
We rode on chickens and whatnot…
I look like a moron.
And looked at the weird people
She calls this one “diaper monster” because, well, his outfit.
And then she asked how to take pictures. I explained alt-z and the screenshot button. And then she ran off to do what every kid nowadays does – take selfies. Apparently screenies are the new selfie. The rest of the pictures are from her screenie folder:
“It looks like I’m your child.” “You ARE my child.”
She set off a ton of fireworks. They are cheap.
Waitin for Mom. Snacking.
Look mom, look where I jumped!
We did the cannon a lot. She didn’t make the bullseye the first few times.
She got on the floaties for a ride next to the floating circle.
OMG HE IS SO CUTE
She giggled at the carnie who got frozen by the basilisk.
Riding the rent-a-ram
She was absolutely fascinated by the kids. Of course, she was also confused by their cross-faction friendships.
She just loves those gnomes.
Chillin with the opposite faction.
Riding her prizes in Goldshire.
Mom, I wanna take a picture with your bird.
This is what happens when you let a kid who is almost 7 play WoW. Be warned!