This is what he wanted for his birthday. Go to Papa's RV in Texas. So be it. (The big blue eyes get me every time.)
Friday afternoon. The whole pool to ourselves. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing when we almost drowned and there was no one to save us. A story for another day. I'm still traumatized.
Friday evening. Catfish dinner with Papa.
Saturday afternoon at NASA Space Center.
He is NOT going to the moon without his Nana!
Rock climbing on Mars.
(The full video can be seen on my FB page.)
The Boardwalk Bullet
Exiting the ride.
No tears.
No vomit.
The criteria for choosing subsequent rides was based on the volume of screams coming from riders.
This one passed the test.
On the dock.
Swangin'
The End.
I promise.
Saturday evening. Kemah Boardwalk.
The Boardwalk Bullet
A wooden roller coaster the likes of which I avoid like the plague.
But Morgan and Jacob are game.
No tears.
No vomit.
Jacob: "That was AWESOME!!!!
I never want to do that again."
The criteria for choosing subsequent rides was based on the volume of screams coming from riders.
This one passed the test.
Sunday. Breakfast at IHOP.
The waitress gave Jacob a second cup of hot chocolate on the house.
We also finagled a Senior Citizen Discount on his meal.
We're cheap like that.
Monday. Heading home.
On lift-off, Jacob yells, "I can see my house from here!"
Wow, good eyes.
He also told the flight attendant they should serve grated cheese.
I'm sure she'll pass that suggestion on to higher authorities.
I promise.
1 comment:
So, when you rode the Bullet, did you have that open-mouth silent scream face like you had on the Orient Express back in say, 1987?
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