We met some friends at the Santa Monica Pier this weekend for a day of carnival rides. Finn pretty much loved all of them, but his favorite may have been the free-fall ride.
It was really, really great for him. He got so excited when the machine started to rise, and then he giggled uncontrollably once the contraption started to fall. Other than his complete despair once the ride ended, the experience seemed completely positive for him.
Unlike his father.
Every time that bucket fell, it felt like my testicles were trying their damnedest to make direct, physical contact with my tonsils. I would have been so very happy to get off of the machine after the first fall, but Finn was having none of that.
The things we do for our children.
If nothing else, we got some good photos out of this one.
Next time, though, I will take the pictures. Tina can be his free fall companion. At least for one of the trips.
(Then again, who am I kidding? Finn is completely worth a few seconds of testicular discomfort. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.)
