So, you can imagine my surprise when my mother in law told me that Leah had really enjoyed herself in one of those rides while I was paying for something in a nearby store. (Oh, who am I kidding; it was Coach. I'm a slave for their handbags.) In fact, I made her prove it to me.
It may not look like it, but she is really having fun here.
Leah wanted to go on several more rides while we were there, but we didn't have enough quarters. Do you know that these rides cost 75 cents each? Wow. Times are different from when I was a kid...and I walked back and forth to school...uphill both ways...and paid 25 cents for a ride.
So, we told her that we'd have to come back so she could go on more rides. And so I could buy more purses.
A few days later we returned with a metric ton of change in our pockets. I told Leah we were at the Carnival and we let her ride all the rides.
Once again, I assure you she is having a good time.
Of course, after she rode a million rides while we stood in the heat sighing heavily praying for each ride to end already, she complained when we told her we were out of money. This then lead to a tantrum, as most things do these days, and most likely ended with some really well thought out words on my part, such as,
"That's it! I am never doing anything nice for you. You take advantage of situations and don't know that when mommy and daddy say no, we mean no, get in the stroller now. No, you don't want to? Fine then you are NOT getting a souvenir and I am not rubbing your back at nap time. And I am calling Santa because this is ridiculous! Get in your car seat-stop squirming! Leah what is wrong, that's it, no popcorn! No snacks! Start the car, Greg, we are going right home. No ice cream! EVER!"
Not my proudest moment, I admit.
Hey, at least the Carnival was fun.
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