Yesterday I took the boys to a pint-sized amusement park called Kiddie Acres. This place is so cute you just want to pinch its cheeks. It also has a nostalgic feel, which is probably because the rides look like they've been around since the 1920's. Ever the vigilant mom, I checked the inspection reports on the rides and they all get the safety seal of approval so even if the rides are nearly 100 years old, at least they aren't going to fall apart on us.
We had tried Kiddie Acres about a year ago, but the majority of our little Georges were not ready for ponies, little boat rides or carousels. We spent most of the time chasing around Dane and Logan, who of course, were bee-lining in different directions. This time was a lot more successful. The boys loved the rides, although Danie had this routine where he'd go on the ride for 10 seconds, get scared, want to get off, then immediately want to get right back on again. That's the George Family perseverance I was talking to you about. Logie liked everything right off the bat.
Orange was the color of the day for Dane. Orange car, orange boat, orange plane. Then we went grocery shopping at HEB (yes, you non-Texans, our local grocery store has a decidedly hick name, but it actually offers quality food and has quite a variety of products). Anyway, at HEB, they entice the "kiddos" to stay quiet and compliant by giving them balloons with lollipops attached. I guess they figure the kids will go into a sugar coma. Dane and Logan are balloon/lollipop addicts and yesterday, Dane insisted on ... what color lollipop? Yep ... orange! His actual words were "orange rollipop." For some reason, all three kids say "rollipop."
So Dane got the last orange "rollipop" and then Logan was clamoring for the same. Purple, red or green just wouldn't do, even though mom was doing her darndest to get each color to sound like the most WONDERFUL lollipop flavor known to man, woman or child. But, Logie wasn't buying it. Only orange would do. So, much to my surprise and the surprise of the man doling out the balloons, Dane handed his prized orange lollipop to the increasingly distraught Logie. Awwww, this just melted my heart!
After HEB, we headed to the pediatrician to have a look at Logan's ankles. Seems some pesky ants had done a number on the poor guy. It turns out that they were severely infected, prompting a prescription of oral antibiotics for 3x/day for 10 days. Yikes! Apparently, this stuff tastes toxic and even with the wonderful grape flavoring, Logie immediately spit the medicine out. Barton and I were covered by a spray of cloyingly grape-flavored yuck. I guess we could call that "Grape to meet you" or "Purple Haze." Okay, I apologize for all the bad puns. Sometimes I can't help myself. Only 26 more doses of the Antibiotic From Hell to go...
Little Big Top
Ride 'em Cowboy!!
Sharing an orange car; Dane & Logan's friend Audrey rides behind them
Note: Logan's shirt says "Caution, I Wreck Things" and Dane's slogan is "What happens in preschool, stays in preschool"
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