Can’t remember the last time I was up on a ferris wheel. Can’t say that I really liked it. Although she does like amusement park rides and really wants to go on a rollercoaster (no), Mia has never wanted to go on ferris wheels because she has a self proclaimed fear of heights, but somehow we managed to convince her (“oh look, it’s not a very big ferris wheel”). The view was great, however, whatever little remaining piece of me that liked amusement park rides in the past died with a nail to the coffin. It made me slightly queasy. Mia wasn’t that thrilled either. More than that, I tried not to freak out every time Claudine would peer over the edge, arms outside of the passenger car, sitting up on her knees (“Claudine!! Park your butt on that seat!!”). Who knew that between the 2 of them, she’d be the thrill seeker. I kept cycling through every freak amusement park ride accident that I ever read on the news as the wheel kept going up another round.
Damn. When did I become such a mom.