In typical boy fashion, Hobbit #3 leaned into his buddy’s shoulder, gave him a shove, and said, “Dude. I went to Great America.”
I held my breath, and waited to see what he would say next. He received the appropriate respect from his buddy, but what did not happen?
He did not elaborate any further.
He did not mention that he hated every single ride that wasn’t in the baby area. He left out the parts where he shook like a leaf, his face pale, in every single line and then cried like a baby before he even got off every ride. If he was able to keep it together until the end of the ride, he began to sob immediately after he got off.
Waiting in every line, he told us what a mistake we had made by not buying the pass that lets you skip lines. ”Too bad we didn’t get that fast pass.” Really, Buddy? You wanted to torture yourself sooner each time?
After every roller coaster, he decided what the reason was that he hated it…..first, it was because he rode with dad instead of mom. That sounds reasonable. Clearly, moms do everything better than dads.
So then he rode with mediocre mommy….with exactly the same result.
Then he decided to try a ride that didn’t have such big drops….same.
Maybe a wooden roller coaster….nope.
Every, single time, we told him that he didn’t have to ride. And every, single time he decided to try it anyway.
As soon as the ride began to move, he would say….”this wasn’t such a good idea….I don’t think I like this….” And by the time the ride was over, he was pale and crying.
His last attempt of the day was an indoor roller coaster. Dark. Not too many big drops. Lots of quick turns.
And that was when he finally broke.
He sobbed all the way off the ride….alligator tears rolling down his face. Game over.
Just before leaving, there was one more ride to conquer….the carousel. A gentle goodbye to our fun day.
We made our way to the top level of the carousel, and each Hobbit chose their horse. Hobbit #3 ended up about 2 horses in front of us.
Before the tinny music even began, I noticed his death grip on the shiny, golden pole. Hubby said, “Buddy? You ok?”
Boy Hobbit turned, with a pale face, and white knuckles…..”I’m not so sure about this….”
We couldn’t help but laugh. And then, when he turned back around, we spent the entire ride taking selfies and laughing at our poor boy.
Believe it or not, he was traumatized by the carousel. The ride that babies sit on the minute they learn neck control destroyed our poor Hobbit.
I’m pretty sure we will not be taking that kid back to an amusement park any time soon….although he did mention the fast pass again in the car….