It was also the whitest theme park I had ever been too. I don’t know if because white people in SoCal are the only ones dumb enough to spring sixty bucks to get in to stroller and screaming kid world and then blow eight bucks on a kids meal. Note to self: when making this observation, be aware of who’s listening. After I comment on the demographic to Will, Katie said loudly “Did you say whitest theme park or widest?” Widest. That’s totally what I said, Katie.
But by the end of the day, Katie (nine) and Stepson (thirteen) seemed to have fun. They never really complained about how juvenile it was. And lucky for us we two free tickets for the library because otherwise we would have never gone. I had more fun at the brewery my husband had us eat dinner at in Escondido. Stone brewery. It’s a little out of the way, but the restaurant is gorgeous and the food is fantastic. Of course, Will went for the beer, and then another, and then one more … so I drove home. But while we were there he imagined designing his own brewery with fire pits outside. He would be a great business owner.
Since we couldn’t go to France for our anniversary, we tried to get a shot of us in front of the Lego Eiffel Tower.
