Tonawanda News — But that largely takes place at home. When the kids start to act like ... well, kids ... when we are out, you can get more drained by 10 a.m. than most people get in a full day. And, of course, they will prolong that day as much as is humanly possible, making even mundane tasks like a bathroom break and walk back to the car into a trek that would happily send Odysseus back on the odyssey were he given a choice of the two.
Kids need to test their limits, I get it. They also have a natural curiosity, lesser attention span and great desire to make their parents look and feel like recovering drug addicts.
None of this is a deterrent to family outings, mind you. Even knowing I could end up chasing a giggling 4-year-old boy with his pants around his ankles out of the men’s room at any moment, I’m still happy to take them anywhere. Not only do the kids need to learn how to properly behave in public, but they also create plenty of fun moments to make me forget about the more irksome ones.
Every parent out there knows exactly what I mean.
One closing thought this week. Taking Penny and Rigby to Marineland recently, I began to wonder if I could quantify just how much fun I robbed my dad of.
I have fun taking the kids. I love watching them ride the rides. But nearly every ride I could accompany them on, they either benched me or wanted to skip the ride entirely. I get the occasional roller coaster or boat ride — and I’m grateful — but I am not accustomed to the sidelines.
My dad took us to Darien Lake and Fantasy Island enough time for me to have robbed him of about 500 rides, easy. And he might really love rides. I don’t know. I never bothered to ask him.
I can’t give those rides back. But I can now say I understand what was given up for my amusement. And the circle has completed itself.
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