I discovered new things about my daughter.#1. She did not inherit mine nor my husband's passion for fast roller coasters.
#2. Strongly encouraging her to go on Mad Mouse, did not equal a happy ending (we should have taken our cues from the girl exiting that had tears coming down her face...pshhh wimp). My thought process was like it is when it comes to food, "don't tell me you don't like it until you've tried it". So I went all "Green Eggs and Ham" on her, and I almost got my due justice of green eggs and ham ON me.
#3. I learned that her love can be quickly won back with multiple rides on the flying Dumbo and airplanes...the girl was all smiles again.
This made me flash forward in my mind to a day that I know will come all too quickly and for a few seconds my heart was sad. I like that she loves having me with her and needs me. I hope and pray we always stay close, but independence is only natural. OK, put on the brakes, literally - getting WAY too sappy. So my natural reaction as a passenger? Well, I suppose the engineers of such rides must have had kids, because after-all what does EVERY kid want? To be the driver of course! So since there is only one steering wheel, the passenger gets a little button that sounds the horn (this little button was made to pacify the fact that you are indeed just a piddly passenger). I was happily honking, when my daughter informed me that I was distracting her driving. MY OH MY how the tables have turned! lol Perhaps she will understand her mother a little better when I pull the plug on such screeching in our own vehicle. See, we just learned a lot about each other today.
Chloe trying to make her daddy proud and pass like they do on Nascar. :)
Thank you Lord!