Can you tell where we are?
Hint: there is an Eiffel Tower involved, but Watson does not have his passport.
Must be Kings Island!
Since we're all dressed in shorts and tanks, this was obviously a while ago. I'd doing this at the request of this one:
Not the dinosaur. Aunt Shara.
You can't really tell from this pic, but Larkin LOVES the KI.
And the ladies, apparently.
We don't know her.
But it's better for him to have a riding partner, otherwise we get this:
Hands up, sliding across the seat.
He seriously loves them.
Watson loves his paci.
And his Aunt Shara.
Everyone loves the train. And why wouldn't they? It's a long ride to...
the waterpark.
bleh.
But this was one highlight of this kid's summer:
"Hanging out on the steamy engine with the station master" is how Larkin just now described this moment.
Poor kid wasn't quite tall enough to ride anything that left the ground.
So we rode a lot of little guy rides.
And did fun things for Watson. Like hanging out while everyone else rode little rides.
These boys were troopers, even though I didn't bring enough food for the entire day.
We had to raid Chick-fil-a for any possible baby eats.
As the sun went down, we caught a show.
And of course, got a souvenir.
Gotta love those summer days at King Island
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