Thanks for the Pepperoni

Beatles at the Fair

You-You-You , here is your one-shot!

    "I'm bored," Dhani said, kicking at the dirt, schooling his face with his most pouty expression.

    "You don't think gardening is fun?" George asked he planted a petunia, patting down the dirt around it firmly.

    Olivia was sitting nearby in a lawn chair, her tan legs propped up, the newspaper splayed on her knees. "Well, it says here that the fair is in town."

    Dhani's eyes lit up. "Ooh, can we go?" He made his eyes big and stared at his dad.

    George watered the petunia that he had just planted and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "Sure."

    "Yay!" Dhani cried, beginning to jump up and down. "Last one to the car is a rotten egg!"

    Olivia laughed and smiled as she watched him dash to the car.

* * *

"You know what sounds like a good idea?" John said to Cynthia as they washed the dishes, Julian playing with his dinosaurs behind them in the living room.

    "What?" she said, drying off a platter with a rag.

    "Going to the fair. Jules has been nagging at me that he wants his summer to be memorable."

    "That sounds like a great idea," Cynthia said with a smile.

    "Hey, squirt!" John called to his son.

    "Yeah?" The dinosaurs paused in eating one another as Julian looked up at his father.

    "Your mother and I decided to take you to the fair!" John announced.

    Julian's mouth dropped. "Yes!" He said with a fist-pump, the dinosaurs forgotten on the carpet.

    They all piled into the car and headed for the fair, Julian chattering excitedly in the back seat, Cynthia nodding and smiling, and John trying to not wreck them into the ditch. They pulled into the parking lot, and John pulled the keys from the ignition. He stepped out, slamming his door when he saw someone familiar across the lot.

    "Oh, my God!" he yelled. "Cyn, Jules, get down!"

    Cynthia looked bewildered, Julian freezing. "What? What is it, John?" Cyn asked as her husband ducked behind the car.

    "Get down," he hissed again. "I just saw Paul."
    Cynthia refused to hide and planted her fists on her hips. "What is wrong with seeing Paul?"

    "He's my nemesis," John whispered fiercely, peering around the hood to see Macca and his family entering the fairgrounds.

    Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Your nemesis. Sure."

    "Dad has a nemesis?" Julian asked, glancing between them with wide eyes.

    "Of course I do," John said, standing up once Paul was out of sight. "Every adult does, whether they want to admit it or not."

    "When will I get a nemesis?" Julian asked.

    "Hopefully never," Cynthia mumbled, taking him by the shoulders and hurrying him toward the fairgrounds.

    "What are you doing?" John said, throwing out his arms. "We can't go in THAT way. Paul went in there."

    "Oh?" Cynthia said, raising an eyebrow. "And do you see another entrance?"

    "We can hop the fence," John said, observing the picket fence.

    "Stop being ridiculous," Cynthia said, grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the entrance.