There are some things I don’t mind about getting older, I care a lot less about what people think of me, I’m in charge of making dinner so I don’t have to suffer through meals that I don’t like (in theory at least, this doesn’t always seem to work out), I’m in charge of my own bed time. But I went on a field trip with the Princess on Tuesday and I gotta tell you, I just don’t know when I got to be so old.
The field trip was a “rewards” activity for all the kids in the school who are consistently well behaved (the Pea did NOT go on this field trip) and it was at a local “fun center” kind of place. The kids skated, and rode the bumper cars and rode the little rides and I followed along and watched. Which was fine. So then the Princess and her two little friends wanted to go on one of those octopus kind of rides, you know, the ones with multiple arms and it lifts and spins around and the individual cars can spin as well. This used to be my favorite kind of ride. Through my early teen years I was terrified of actual coasters so when I went to Kings Dominion (the local amusement park) I stuck with the spinney rides. And I never had a moment’s problem.
Yesterday, as we were waiting in line for the ride one of the Princess’s friends asked me if I was going to be OK on the ride. Actually, “you’re not going to get sick like my dad does are you?” was what she asked. And I thought, certainly not, I love these rides. And surely, I’m not as old and infirm as your father.
So our turn came and we got in our little car and as we were waiting for the gal who was running the ride to come over and lock our door the little girls were spinning the car, and spinning the car, and spinning the car. And it became very obvious that if I rode this ride things were not going to end well.
I gave the girls the choice. I could ride with them and they could NOT spin the car, or I could get out and watch.
And I have to say that the ride didn’t even really look all that fun.