The Big E is a western Mass tradition. The horror stories about 1-hour traffic jams for a place 3 miles away from our house deterred us last year. This year we went on a Thurs (abandoned the morning attempt after the traffic jam began at the end of the street) and the kids loved it.
A grandpa type won a huge puppy and randomly gave it to Elliott. It was right after E was turned away for being too short to go on a ride. He’s been smiling for days. (Nat was a bit jealous but has adopted the puppy too)
Natalie’s most important ride to go on was the Ferris wheel. Thank goodness she decided against the 100 foot drop one. Elliott’s was bumper cars. He was just tal enough for most rides at 42.5 inches – with his shoes on.