Especially when you take three small children and a husband who drinks too much beer. Lawdy! The boys enjoyed the popcorn from the concrete, tried to crawl UNDER the seats to the lower level, got their feet and legs caught in the seats more than I can count, spilled a drink, dipped their hands in nacho cheese, drank 2 jumbo diet cokes, inhaled cotton candy and a container of strawberry fields tic-tacs, and managed to ride me snd my knees to my near death... All within 2 short hours. I *think* a baseball game took place but I honestly can't be sure. We left to come home at 8 and they all three started pitching fits because they hadn't killed me, yet.
The father left full of cheap beer and happy. I left dehydrated and cranky. I should say that a fun time was had by all, but it's obvious that my idea of fun is a bit skewed. Just a bit.
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