Then some bratty girl started crying.
The ride went three-quarters of a time around before the girl was screaming so badly she had nearly slid off her seat. The ride got stopped. Her dad pulled her off. The crowd gave some nods and shrugs and courtesy smiles.
The ride went the last quarter of a turn before...
...the girl's mom was climbing over the fence to put her BACK on the ride.
I raise my hands to Ken (who is across the ride ready to wave to Koley), gently shake my head, and mouth, What the heck?
This girl was still screaming. Red in the face. Real tears. Not wanting on. And her mom was screaming. Red in the face. Thong doing the whale tail thing as she wrestled her daughter back onto the ride. Over the screams of her tot the mom says, "Just keep going! I know she'll like it! Just keep it going! I wanna get a picture!"
So the ride goes.
The crying and screaming really amp up.
Soon, none of the kids are smiling.
They aren't sure if they are having fun or not.
We're on a ride... that's fun.
It's sunny and warm... that's fun.
Our moms and dads are here... that's fun.
We just ate funnel cake... that's fun.
Yet, there is this crazy girl. And she is screaming that this is not fun....Hmm. That's puzzling.
The man stops the ride and tells the mom to get her daughter.
Kole yells, "Come on! I want to ride, man!"
My thoughts exactly, kiddo.
I'm so glad I have a three year old to say the tactless things I am thinking.
The girl's mom straddles the fence yet again (use the gate, lady),scoops down (really letting that white-trash cleavage get a good jiggle),yanks her daughter off the ride, and storms off. Like it's her daughter's fault.
In my head I was saying:
Finally! Geez! Put your kid first! Gosh. Forget about the picture already. She obviously was hating it. Some mom YOU are! Ugh. I hate moms like you. Anything for that picture. This is real life. Not Instagram-ville or -town. Quit thinking of yourself, put your camera away, and care for your child! I sure hope you buy her a cotton candy and say sorry. GOSH! And pull your pants up for crying out loud. You're not 19 anymore. No one wants to see your thong. "Keep it going?" Pa-lease.
I really let her have it. In my head. For the record: I apologized in my head shortly after. Guilt just eats me up. Even when it's imaginary.
The ride started up again... things were looking good.
.
and then... it was that little crying girl all over. Except it was my kid begging to get off. Screaming that he didn't like it. And yelling for me to come save him.
Kole was red in the face. Real tears. Not wanting on. At all.
And I was screaming. Red in the face. Swinging one hand at the ride operator, "Keep it going! I know he'll like it! Keep it going! Keep it going!" while my other hand was trying to snap the perfect picture.
2 comments:
Hysterical.
So been there. Course, round here they don't stop the rides for anything. Except of course, when BOTH the boys are stuck on a death defying roller coaster WITHOUT us, and the lap bars won't release.
Longest five minutes of their lives.
That looks just like my Marci when she was 2 and she was climbing out of the boats at Lagoon. I however was yelling at the ride operator to please stop because I just knew she was going to fall out into the 8 inch deep water and get run over by a boat. That was clearly my first child and by the time the 2nd one came around I was "he will be fine. He loves it just keep going." Now with teenager boys I'm the one they are begging to get on the ride one more time despite the fact I just might throw up all over them if I go on a roller coaster for the 5th time in a row all within 40 minutes of each other. This old body is good but not that good.
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