Sea World is fun. We took the kids to SW San Antonio this weekend. The kids love the log flume more than life itself, especially the boy.
For the record, if you ever took a long trip (more than 3 hours) as a child and you're still alive and you haven't done so yet, THANK YOUR FATHER!
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Great to hear. We're thinking of a Sea World visit down in San Diego.
Don't tell me my grandchildren were irritating? I know you never were! HA.
I've been to Sea World San Antonio and Sea World Ohio; both were great. The only time I went to San Diego, we went to the Zoo, which was nice. The shows are a lot of fun, though. We like the Sea lion/seal show the best.
Gramma,
Your grandchildren were terrific. They didn't make a sound the whole time. They sat quietly and looked out the windows. And then we started the engine.
please tell me you didn't say the words, "you don't want me to pull this car over!" actually, please tell me you did say them because i think it's stated in the universal dad manual that those words must be used at least once, if not every time the family is stuck together in a car for more than 1.5 hours. we all know it's stated in the universal kid manual that the words "are we there yet?" must be said in an annoying tone at least 10,000 times, as well as the tried and true, "stop touching me! mom, he's touching me!" and "i'm gonna tell! mooooommmm!!! daaaaad!" and "miiiinnnneeeee!!!!!"
The real secret of happy travel is a DVD player in the car. I certainly wish we'd had that when we were kids, doing those horrible long drives (especially through Nevada, which is pretty much like driving on the moon, only uglier). My sister sought solace in reading, but as someone who got carsick, that was denied me. I was just bored and queasy, queasy and bored.
Oh Son of Mine, I smile at the irony. They say what goes around comes around. I have a fun memory of the night we dropped you kids off at the youth center so we could go Christmas shopping. What a strange feeling that was, being childless for the first time in years. Apparently for your dad, too, as a few miles down the road he hollared over his shoulder to the back seat, "Sit down and be quiet!"
You always crossed the DMZ. I was an angel.
Now, let's see...
I've been accused of "crossing the DMZ," the middle portion of the car that neither child can touch. The accuser is the other child who could not cross the DMZ. The same one who threw a cup of water through MY window and into MY face.
At least we don't torture our kids with 30s and 40s radio shows on tape (which is what I had to endure on road trips).
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