Depends on who you talk to.
And when.
Last Saturday the weather was CRA-ZEE here in Lewiston. Not a bad early morning. Rain, rain and more pouring down rain throughout the middle of the day and then a beautiful, clear, almost warm evening. Luckily for us the Fire Department was having a Fire Safety Fun Day INSIDE at the fair grounds. We piled into the car and headed out.
Etta loves buses. Airplanes. Motorcycles. Boats. And thankfully - firetrucks. In the parking lot was the new Life Flight medi-copter. Did I mention it was raining? "Yep, there's a helicopter Etta!"
But when we got inside, low and behold, FIRETRUCKS!
Firetrucks that you could sit in! And steer! And push buttons! (Okay, we don't know if she was supposed to push buttons, but she did...)
Best. Mommy. Ever.
Big truck. Little Girl.
Ready to drive.
This one was her favorite. She could have "driven" it all day.
Even if she did have to share with daddy.
And then our playgroup friends showed up.
The boy type friends.
Grey and Porter.
"Look Etta! There is a huge jumpy tunnel/train blow up thingy! Doesn't that look fun!! See?! Grey is going in!! Look, here comes Grey!! Doesn't he look like he had fun?!?!? Don't YOU want to go through?"
"C'mon, really. It'll be okay. Mommy will come with you!"
LET. ME. OUT OF HERE.
Is this the only way out? Then let's get it over with.
The downfall of FORCING your child through something like that?
"Mommy. Mo' mommy. Up mommy. No walk, mommy up."
For the rest. of. the. time. Are you kidding me? It wasn't that bad. Seriously.
I did manage to pry her off long enough for a few hops in the actual jumpy castle...
This might be okay.
Um, all done.
Overall I would have to say that I preferred that whole experience to just staying at home.
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