The Streaker

Today as a last hurrah for summer we attended Silverwood, our local amusement park. I didn't notice it much last year but this year I realized that there are literally 4 rides in the entire park that my two youngest kids can go on. One of them is a mini roller coaster that goes about 10 miles per hour in a little circle. For some reason it has a height restriction that the rider must be 42 inches or be accompanied by an adult. Small problem. I have two kids that are just a hair under 42 inches and there's only one of me. (Jason was off with the big kids on all the fast, scary rides). I tried to talk the lady into letting us on, telling her that my kids are petite little Chinese things. We'll be lucky if Jack reaches 5'4". They are small, but they have more core body strength than most people and can withstand the whiplash of the kiddie roller coaster and for crying out loud I'd be on the roller coaster with both of them, but I could only sit by one. Luckily someone volunteered to ride with Lily and we didn't have to miss the ride. Just moments after that we were playing in a little kid playground with gravel on the ground. Jack was having the time of his life throwing the little rocks at Lily. Some kind lady just couldn't stand to watch it and told Jack to stop throwing rocks. I gave the lady a look that said, "Can you believe those kids?" but didn't do a thing to intervene. I had a quiet funny moment as her eyes darted around the playground searching for the parent of the two little hellions. After making her suffer for a few minutes I walked over and gave Jack a hug. At that moment Lily let me know she had to go to the bathroom NOW. I dragged all three kids from their fun and searched for the nearest bathroom. I ordered each of them into a stall and went in with Lily to supervise her. Jack was next to me and Anna was in the next stall. I glanced down at the floor and saw a pair of denim shorts, navy blue keens, and Mater underwear lying in a heap. Unfortunately there were no little Jack feet in that stall. Oh no. I tore out of the very public restroom shouting for Jack. He was outside in his bare bum trying to get a drink from the drinking fountain. All of this happened in our first hour of our 9 hour day at the amusement park. The other half of our family who can enjoy ALL the rides this fine establishment has to offer had the time of their lives. On the way home Jonah thanked me over and over again for taking him and said he had the best day.