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I'm just going to say it.
I hate Sesame Place.
I really, really do.
Last Friday, we made our fourth trip to that little
Meanwhile, we stand around cursing the heat and the lines for EVERYTHING (is that place ever not crowded?) and the never-ending rape and pillage of our wallets ($15 for parking? $2.79 for bottled water? C'mon!) Not to mention the constant stress of keeping an eagle eye on the girls in a loud, confusing, crowded environment.
I always leave there 1. thanking God that we still have two kids and 2. exhausted to the bone both mentally and physically.
Though I will say that this year, for the first time ever, we actually got to ride some of the rides (as crowded as it was, it seemed not quite as packed as previous years and some of the lines were actually palatable. Also, both girls finally meet the height requirement for the roller coaster and many of the water slides).
And let me tell you - a roller coaster is fun. A roller coaster with your favorite five-year-old snuggled up next to you laughing and shrieking with joy is pure ecstasy. That was the highlight. The hook that will bring us back again (probably) for another round. I know it, and the park's planners know it. But I don't have to be happy about it.
Here are a few of my (grainy, cellphone) pictures:
Loaf before the Abby Cadabby Treasure Hunt show. See? Happy, happy. How can I resist?
"The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire . . . " OK, not really. But wouldn't that be funny?
Elmo and Abby Cadabby: the equivalent of a yapping dog at 3 a.m. to adults; crack cocaine for kids.
Peanut is enthralled.
Loaf is either awestruck or is thinking, "What the f*@#!!?" Tough call.