Concessions Stand

This Holiday weekend we decided to go to Paul Bunyan Land.  We had discussed this mini-vacation with Chase for a week prior to get him excited.  And excited he was.  Well, he was excited when he kept telling everyone that he came into contact with that he was going to “Disney Land.”  He was always less excited when I corrected him and said we were actually going to Paul Bunyan Land.

Nonetheless, my parents, my sister, her two boys, Chase and I spent the entire day on Thursday going from one ride to the next.  The children had the time of their lives while I tried not to ralph on myself.  As it turns out, amusement parks aren't all that much fun as a parent.  I don’t know what made me more sick… the continuous spinning of the tilt-a-whirl or the fact that I was on a ferris wheel with two preschoolers and no seat belts.  Both made me queasy.  

After going on many rides, I saw a glimpse of heaven in the distance, well not exactly heaven, but close; a concessions stand.  Chase and I both share a love for snacks so it didn’t take much convincing to get him to head in the direction of the greasy, overpriced “snacky, snacks” (as Chase would call them).  Chase and I stood in line and discussed what snacks we were going to purchase.  All was going as planned until the cute blonde girl behind the concession counter asked my curly headed child what he would like.  I don’t know if Chase suddenly got confused or if he was trying to impress the leggy blonde, but he blurted out, “Miller Lite.”  The blonde behind the counter burst out laughing as I muttered (trying desperately to pretend like my three year old child didn't just try to purchase a beer), “He said lemonade. He wants lemonade.”  But she wasn't fooled and replied, “He totally just asked for beer.” 

Anyways, Chase ended up with a lemonade slush and popcorn and I ended up $7.50 poorer, with a tat bit less self-respect. (I know, I know. By now you would assume I wouldn't have any self-respect left. Don’t worry, at this rate, by next Friday there won’t be any left to loose.)