Evidently there's a magic to theme parks that has completely washed over my head.
Today we drove to Busch Gardens.
After 3 hours I had spent $95 on an entrance fee only to stand outside a gift shop, watch some scantily clad women dance with furries and observe people make inappropriate food choices.
Relief did come in the form a mini-safari, and a chance to watch a giraffe up close.
Here I am having Ruby eat lettuce out of my hand. I'm on the left.
Afterwards I watched Anne on some pretty scary roller-coasters. I've turned into a very good bag holder.