Finding Joy in Snarkville

Again with all the forgetting. I forgot to tell you all about our trip to the famous theme park. Can I just say it was AMAZING? Can I say that I love this part of the world a little bit more for having this thrilling place so close? Can I mention that at the admission prices I may never be going back without a deal?

Yes, let’s begin with the normal admission which is $51.95 per ADULT. Yes, I child’s fare is merely $29.95 and begins not with age but HEIGHT. Now, yes, there seems to be a fair number of deals; but paying $135 ADMISSION for our family of three is insane — and not going to happen in anyone’s lifetime. But, as you guessed, we got a deal. A mere $38, with a parking pass, and the royal family entered the theme park. Only after walking the 3 miles from parking lot to front gate. For reasons, I can’t put my finger on there were trams, with a line that could kill a 3 year with the waiting, so we decide to join the hordes in the walking. And we walk. And we walk. And Prince and I discuss if they moved the front gate since we began. And what’s up with the narrow walkway. And, Duke, ‘please stop with the pulling.’

Ok, we arrive. I had scouted the map the day before and had a plan. We headed straight for the rides for Duke. Oh my, I’ve never seen this many rides for the boy. Now, this is his THIRD theme park since birth. And as he is growing he can do more and more every time. But this park just seemed to have so many things just for him. In addition, there were all the thrill rides up front that kept those long lines away from the tots and made my experience enjoyable.

First ride? A rollercoaster. He was thrilled. I went with him first and I don’t think I’ve seen bigger smiles or giggles. He got off and ran to Prince and say, “Daddy, let’s go again.” I think if we’d never left that ride he would have gotten the whole $51.95 admission (as if we’d paid it) worth. But no there was more. There were trains to ride, “off-road” jeeps, balloons, and all the animals.

We even enjoyed our trip through the Shark tank (thank you Discover Channel Shark Week). There was no other kid under 7 in the room with sharks hanging from the ceiling identifing the various sharks — see what TV will do for you all you Waldorf school peoples.

So, all in all it was a good day. The best part was that he ate this ice cream sandwich at lunch. He worked on it for so long that it was melty and ick by the end. He had a face and two hands covered in ice cream and cookie goo. But, do you know that not ONE single drop landed on his clothes? How does that happen? How is it possible that I merely look at a cup of coffee and I’m wearing it down my shirt and my son is capable of only messing up the easliy cleaned parts?

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