On the third day of Christmas we spent the afternoon at Trafalga with cousins. She won a bunch of tickets with one token and played mini golf.
She went on the hoppy frog ride. No tears. Just the look of terror and confusion. When she got off she told me she was so brave. I would have to agree. What kind of mother let’s her two year old go on such rides? Poor thing. I hope I didn’t scar her forever. I just loved seeing her itty bitty feet fly up and down.