Since the amusement park is closing in early October, my in-laws were in town and the weather was damn near perfect, we went to Kiddieland on Sunday afternoon. Along with every other family in the greater Chicagoland area. It took Josh half an hour to park, and that was on grass, in an auxiliary parking lot we didn't know existed. We paid full price (well, Josh's parents did) and our tickets didn't even benefit our preschool!
But even with the capacity crowd, we never had to wait more than 10 minutes to get in a car, swing, boat or flying saucer (or enjoy an ice cold free Pepsi). And, at 2 years old, A was finally big enough to enjoy quite a few attractions herself, picking out the car or boat she wanted to ride in by color as she waited to board.
And, like previous trips to Kiddieland, this one was not without great tattoo signings.
She must have been some Grammy
But there's more! Over and over, we ended up with a family composed of a morbidly obese mother, a balding dad in a dark suit and two girls, probably 9 and 10 years old, who were wearing old-fashioned one-piece toddler outfits, complete with matching hats, socks and white gloves. I couldn't stop wondering about them. Did they come straight from church? Are the kids homeschooled and unaware of how out-of-place their too-small clothes are? How does a woman of that size take care of her--ahem--toileting and personal care needs?
Do sweaty gloves help you steer?
