They loved it. It was one of the top days of the trip.
And she did make some cool balloons.
I mean, Spiderman and a sword… it doesn’t get much better when you’re 5 and 6.
We took a boat ride around the Bay. The boys were a little excited…
We sat in the front with 2 other people. The guide warned us that the people in the front get wet and handed us a waterproof blanket. He was right. Mateo stayed under the blanket most of the time and managed to stay completely dry
Good thing Mac really does love water. He laughed every time we got splashed.
We ate lunch at the Wharf. The boys were so fascinated by the process that they actually ate crab… (well Mac tasted it and said it was disgusting, but at least he tasted it) Te actually liked it.
Mac, “Can we do this again sometime?”
Me, “Sure. Papaw would love it here.” :-)
The last week and a half have definitely taught me something. We need contrast. Just like art, life requires contrast to appreciate the beauty. Mac was SO excited when we drove across the Bay Bridge and he could see the city. He said, “It’s beautiful! It looks like Cincinnati.” Part of that is because he’s a little homesick. But part of that is because he’s spent a week in summer camp in a Martial Arts gymnasium. In contrast, the city looked amazingly beautiful to him.
We’ve been attempting to drink from the fire hose of beauty on this trip. When you’re 5 years old and you do too much of that, you can get to the point where you stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon and say, “BORING!” (I know, right? spoiled little shits Can you believe it?)
Without the contrast of a little “less than amazing” the “amazing” can lose it’s luster.
It’s the only feasible reason we could come up with for the cardboard box she wore on her head. Maybe when she takes it off the contrast of her shag carpet and cats blows her away. Maybe not.