I survived sixteen hours of driving as the only adult...two toddlers don't provide much company but plenty of stress. Fortunately for me, my kids do pretty well on long car rides. While I was spending a little over a week with my parents (having delivered their new granite bathroom countertop and the boxes of grass plugs) we went to a theme park and had a blast on the rides.

My son enjoyed watching the rollercoasters zipping by while we were standing in lines, and when he finally got to ride the kiddie rollercoaster, he was prepared...arms high in the air and screaming at the top of his lungs. Later, out of curiousity, we had him stand by the height restriction sign for one of the wooden rollercoasters, and he was only three or four inches short to ride...a tiny bit too short when he stood on tippie toe, as if he were attempting to make up the height difference. He couldn't get enough of any of the rides and wanted to go on them all. While grandma took the kids to the kiddie area, the rest of us went for some thrill rides (giving me a chance to go on rides that kids can't).

One of the rides that we did was simular to the ferris wheel, but you are in a cage that can spin around using a steering wheel, and I like to spin. Well, I rode in one with my little brother (he was super exicited because he had never ridden on the ride before) and I controlled the steering wheel. We had a bit of a wait for the rest of the cages to be filled up since we had gotten in the first one, and so I was spinning us pretty good for a while. As we neared the top of the ride...still waiting for a complete load of passengers...two people per cage and there are sixteen cages and we were in number one...my brother suddenly goes, "Ugh...I tasted my hot dogs." Any intellegent person would know, Oh no, he almost puked. I immediately righted the cage and asked how he was doing. As we were at the very top, I allowed him to take the wheel. His hands were tense, and his whole body shaking, I don't think a single muscle in his body was relaxed. Once the ride started spinning around, I noticed that my brother had relaxed noticeably and tried a little turning, because otherwise the ride is pretty boring to me. Well, I recieved an immediate response that spinning was a lot better when the ride was moving...so I went all out and we were the only ones spinning like crazy. My Dad doesn't like the ride and watched us go, he knew at all times which one my brother and I were in since we were spinning like crazy and also knew where my sister and her friend were since they were upright at all times.

Moral of the story:
Beware of people next to you mentioning having just tasted the hot dogs they ate hours before.