My boy has balls
I realize that’s a weird thing to say about your own kid, but hell, it’s the truth. We spent the day at Cedar Point yesterday. All Seb could talk about was that he was going to ride the Maverick. Had to do it right away, first thing. I don’t know where in the world he got the idea that he just had to ride this monster, but he did. And he insisted on riding in the first car. What he was trying to prove, I have no idea. I certainly didn’t go on the ride. No way, Jose. But Seb went on with the hubby. And how did he like it? He didn’t. Not. At. All. Said he hated it and will never do it again. But, damn, I’m proud of the kid for doing it in the first place!
To be fair, his two cousins who are both a year older than Seb went on as well and it scared the bejesus out of them, too. They just weren’t as vocal about it. Even the hubby said it was one of the worst (meaning scariest) rides he’s been on and he didn’t care to ever go back on it again, either.
We had a pretty good time at Cedar Point. We left Sunday afternoon, checked into the hotel and hung out at the pool/hot tub for most of the afternoon/evening. Got up early Monday morning and headed over to the park, spent the entire day and headed home around 10:30. It was around 1 am when we finally made it back here. I have decided that the next time we go back, I want to plan for two days at the park and would like to stay at the Great Wolf Lodge. It looks like fun!
