All good days come to an end David Trinko Guest columnist Our 7-year-old daughter marched a few steps ahead of us to the car, an exaggerated frown showing just how unhappy she was that we were leaving. My exhausted wife looked at me, grinning as she said the words “best parents ever!” Our youngest had spent much of the day at the Putnam County Fair, enjoying the rides and sampling the food. We’d decided to head back for maybe another hour that evening so she could get a little more use out of that all-you-can-ride wristband. She bumped into a classmate there to go on rides with her. Before we knew it, that hour-long visit to the fair stretched to nearly three hours, getting on nearly every attraction short of the ones designed for infants. Along the way, she’d sampled a snow cone and a delicious milkshake.