By the end of the day, Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn and I had four happy young men.
Now, as all moms of kids between the ages of 0 and 18 know, that is not always an easy thing to accomplish. So here’s what happened:
1: We encouraged them to fly down rapidly moving streams of water with nothing more than gravity and the laws of physics to keep them safe.
2: We (to be read as Qui-Gon Jinn) helped them get those really (quite large) raft/tube things up to the top of the water rides.
Exhibit A Who was the brainiac that decided to require people to get a huge rubber raft up a flight of stairs in order to go down the ride? I am forced to assume that he holds stock in a heart attack medical supplies company.
Exhibit B Yoda supervises while I pretend to be occupied taking photos.
3: We did not require anyone to ride any park rides that he did not wish to ride. Nor did we resort to peer pressure – maybe we would have, but it just doesn’t work on any of these hopelessly self-confident boys. One of the side effects of that blasted homeschool emphasis on thinking for yourself…
4: We let everyone take turns picking the next ride on the amusement park ride.
