One of the best things about having a toddler is that we’re able to go off on little adventures together. Recently, we got to take Miss Dee to Knott’s Berry Farm. Which, instead of rows of berries, it is now populated with lines of people, waiting to get on their ever-growing collection of thrilling rides (I remember going there with my brownie troop when Montezooma’s Revenge opened – no that’s not a spelling error) and also with the Peanuts Gang, who are EVERYWHERE.
Knott’s has rollercoasters galore, but they’ve also got Camp Snoopy, which is right on age-wise for Dee, so we hightailed it past the stage shows and thrill rides over to where the giant furries and balloon flights were being offered.
It occurred to me Friday night that Delilah might not have a real grasp on Snoopy and the Gang, and this whole trip might be in vain. I mean, we’re Americans, so obviously she’s seen A Charlie Brown Christmas, but beyond the holiday season, I was kind of surprised to realize that there wasn’t much Snoopy in our lives.
But you know what? It totally didn’t matter. Because instead of spending the day chasing around sweaty teenagers in costumes older than they are, me and my little thrill seeker actually WENT ON SOME RIDES. Of course, if you ask her who Snoopy is NOW, that’s a whole other story, but that’s beside the point.
And going on rides with her was AWESOME. At one point during the balloon race, she leaned in to me and said “Mommy, this is so much fun.” (And then my heart melted and poured out my toes and is probably still sitting in a puddle at the bottom of the basket we were riding in.)
Oh, and one more thing. While my own youthful Knott’s memories revolve around brownie troop trips and Halloween Haunts with (even earlier than Scott) high school crushes, my husband’s apparently hinged on one thing, and one thing only.
Every spot we walked by throughout the day he insisted “I think that used to be a gun and knife shop” until lo and behold…we stumbled upon THE ACTUAL GUN AND KNIFE SHOP.
Dudes, which amusement parks have you hit up this summer? And when do you think kiddos are the right age to stay for the fireworks and spend the night?