As I mentioned before, we took the boys to Kiddieland during our recent visit to Chicago.
This is my Max. Getting on his very first roller coaster ride.
He was completely unsure about the whole thing. He is, after all, my child and anything going that high in the air, I find highly suspect - if not altogether evil.
But, my husband, being the "let's skydive with them next year" kind of Dad that he is, would hear nothing of my pleadings.
"Do you think he's old enough? Is he tall enough? Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Nope. Completely ignored me and scooped up my boy and put him on the roller coaster.
I reasoned that every child should try it, at least once, and that if nothing else, my husband was on there to save him from imminent peril.
And, he seemed happy.
But, then that thing, carrying my precious boy, began making that familiar clicking noise and started up that rickety looking wooden track that looked like it was built 50 years ago.
Come to think of it, it probably was.
I hate that sound. That click, click, click of the cars climbing up the track. It made me wanna cry in my greasy, sugar-coated elephant ear.
I imagine Jason was telling Max something along the lines of, "Your poor mother - she's such a girl. This is gonna be great!"
But, my Max - my sensitive, apprehensive one - I just wasn't sure how he was gonna handle it.
See that gorgeous blonde smilin' back at my boy? That's my friend, Emily. She's not as wimpy as I am.
And, there they went up to the top of the hill.
So, I went to the end and waited.
They came roaring down the last hill and Max was so little in the car, that I couldn't see him.
I had no idea what state Max was gonna be in comin' around that corner.
Anyone wanna guess how he reacted?
Is he just like his Daddy and loved the thrill?
Is he just like his Momma - wantin' nothin' to do with roller coasters at all?
It was one or the other. There's no in between with our emotional one.
I'll post the rest of the pictures, with Max's reaction, later tonight.