Beach Boardwalk

We hit up the Boardwalk on our way home from the beach to avoid traffic.  Place is kinda ghetto.  Dad thought it would be great for me to go on rides for the first time.  Mom wasn't as enthusiastic about that.  The churro was stale.

Dad learned too late that he wasn't able to ride with me, so he thought it best to just let me go for it.  I'm sure it was uncomfortable for him, but he trusted that I'd enjoy it.  I do think Mom might've been more uncomfortable though.

I made it through, no tears or anything.  Then, I went on the boats, I kinda got into a groove after a while.  So much so, that I threw a tantrum when I had to get off.  I'm not really in to the whole "waiting in line" thing.

After a dip in the Pacific and some french fries, Dad and I managed one last ride, once we saw the #3 car.  Dad thought I was up to the log ride, since we could go together and I recently reached the required 34 inches, but Mom disagreed.