My Daughter Is Insane

The Missus took the eight and six year old Llama-ettes down to King's Dominion today. (The four year old was not allowed to go owing to a case of not listening to Mom at the pool the other day which resulted in the lifeguard having to fish the floundering child out of the deep end.)

Anyhoo, when I asked the eldest how the day went, she reported that she had ridden the Anaconda all by herself.

This is a ride I wouldn't dare set foot on. The gel is insane.

Apparantly, the loop-to-loops scared the absolute bejaysus out of her, because when she got off, she cried. But only, as she told me, "for twenty steps". The Missus reports that the gel got herself back together remarkably quickly. And as a reward for being such a big girl, the Llama-ette is downstairs with the Missus this evening watching the new abomination rendition of Pride & Prejudice, something else I wouldn't dare do. In fact, if given the choice, I'd sooner take the roller-coaster.

When I asked the gel if she'd ever get back on the Anaconda, she laughed sheepishly and said no, probably not. Somehow, I don't especially believe her.

Lunatic.