I'm sure most of you are familiar with this kind of establishment because I've heard about them from my friends and family with kids. Thursday was the first time we've been. Ellen hit the floor running as soon as she had her socks on. Jack clung to me saying, "no, no, no, no, no, I don't WANT to," in the most piteous voice he could muster for the first ten minutes.
Then I took him up one of the slides adults are allowed on and slid down with him. Repeated the procedure. For the rest of the two hours we spent there, Jack and the super slide were best friends. Except for the time he bounced a little too hard on the dismount and did a belly-flop onto the padded floor. It's not that padded. I was feeding Rose, so Chelsea brought him over, and he sat by me on the bench for about five minutes before he decided to get back in the saddle. I think his feelings were more hurt than anything else.
Ellen tried everything at least once, and I tried everything adults were allowed on. It was fun. I had to drag the kids away when it was time to go home.
The face says it all:
1 comment:
That looks like fun. We're going to have to go try it out, too. And congrats on the new car. That's exciting.
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