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Archive for September 27th, 2009

Truth in advertising. The shirt says it all.

Despite the mountains of work awaiting us here at the money pit we blew it all off for the second day in a row and took Ava up to her first Howl-O-Scream at our local amusement park. The weather was fantastic, the crowds were thin, and we had a blast. We rode lots of rides (mostly of the preschool variety) and since Ava decided it was a Daddy preferred day J got to handle most of the boring milder rides. Hallelujah, says I. Can’t tell you how tired I am of that flying machine ride so it was nice to get a break from having to take her on it again.

She did surprisingly well with the scarier attractions. She loved Frankenrock, which was a show where performers sang a variety of songs while dressed as various classic style monsters. She was rockin’ out in the aisles and got so bold as to venture about 15 steps away from us and to sass me when I told her to come back – the sassiness lasted only a brief second however since the Werewolf came around the corner at just that opportune moment and frightened her just enough to send her scurrying back into Mama’s arms sans attitude.

Oh yeah, like father – like daughter. I think the kid was born knowing how to do the Time Warp. It’s one of J’s favorite shows/movies and Ava threw herself into that particular dance with all her might. Not half bad at it either!

Wow – and how old must I be since I totally remember getting dressed up and going to the midnight showings of the actual movie loaded up with rice, toast, water guns, and various other items needed for maximum audience participation. (Ah, memories!)

NaBloPoMo Post Date: 11/3/2009