Bosco wanted hands on hips. I went along with it.
Well I love my son, and that means sometimes surrounding myself with hundreds of train-crazy, conductor-wannabe kids and paying way too much for a train ride and cotton candy, right? Bosco was so excited to see Thomas, and I was hoping this would be a good memory for him. My first memory dates back to my three-year-old self, and it involved E.T. the movie, blue Bubblicious gum, and a Michael Jackson poster (I was a huge lover of all things MJ when I was three. Maybe I still am. I’ll never tell). So knowing that Bosco now has the potential to remember things, I’m trying to fill his little head with super awesome things. That and yell at him less.
-The open window next to our seats sparking a severe dislike of wind in his face
-Mommy not being able to magically make food appear with the snap of a finger
-The super scary toilets at McDonalds that can flush down toilet paper and little boys.
-Wanting to go home, but mommy and daddy wanting to get their money’s worth
-Walking too close to that dang steam locomotive
-Standing in line so mommy could get her balloon monkey and balloon sword since mommy knew that later on a certain child would actually want the balloon
-Wanting to leave when the magic show suddenly became unmagical
My oh my, this list could go on and on. I did have good intentions. I can’t say that it was a total failure though. Today Bosco said he wanted to go back and see Thomas. Too bad I had to tell him he was no longer in town. Cue the crankiness.
A lot of my pictures turned out like this:
But some turned out like this:
So I think it’s a draw. Kids have a way of blocking out all memory of their meltdowns. Parents, not so much.
A side note: I had to tell the balloon guy that the monkey and sword were for me. Bosco wanted no part in it. The guy played along and told me I was never too old for a balloon monkey, shall we say a 27 year-old. Oh guy, you just made my day. Never thought I’d appreciate being mistaken for 27.