Memories in the making
As it turned, after all, into a lovely sunny afternoon, and it is, after all, just a ten minute walk, I took our lovely daughter to the local Exhibition thingy this aft, took her on all the rides that didn't scare her... or me. And managed, for a few hours, not to think about deadlines and letters and forms and account balances.
Good call; fun stuff. She's four, so it's all the little kid rides—carousels, little trains and cars, bees and flying elephants where you push on a bar to make them go up or down, a big air-filled trampoline, a two-stories-high slide thingy. Some of it, Daddy has to go with her, somehow squish a six-foot frame into various fibreglass and metal contraptions not really built to that scale.
Memories in the making, I guess; she obviously had fun. But damn...$70 over two hours, and that's almost all rides, with Daddy being smart, walking past the carnies running the various 'spend $5 to win an inflatable toy worth 50 cents' things... Sure, this is like mandatory childhood memory stuff, and I'm not so much griping, but they're serious money sieves, these things.
Good call; fun stuff. She's four, so it's all the little kid rides—carousels, little trains and cars, bees and flying elephants where you push on a bar to make them go up or down, a big air-filled trampoline, a two-stories-high slide thingy. Some of it, Daddy has to go with her, somehow squish a six-foot frame into various fibreglass and metal contraptions not really built to that scale.
Memories in the making, I guess; she obviously had fun. But damn...$70 over two hours, and that's almost all rides, with Daddy being smart, walking past the carnies running the various 'spend $5 to win an inflatable toy worth 50 cents' things... Sure, this is like mandatory childhood memory stuff, and I'm not so much griping, but they're serious money sieves, these things.
posted by AJM at 4:23 p.m. (Permanent Link)
