This is one of those places where you enter and exit through the gift shop. Normally we would have lost Kennedy to some stuffed animals, but this day she wanted out. No looking, no picking up potential new toys, just a beeline to the nearest exit. The Campbell girls we were just young and old enough to not be scared. Actually, they were totally unfazed, like this sort of thing happens all the time. We haven't been to the Campbell's house, so maybe it does.
Anyway, Kennedy is still talking about it 2 weeks later. When her baby dolls cry (we're heavy into pretend and playing with babies) I hear her her soothing them by saying, "you ok, there's no monkeys." We can go ahead and file this one under Scared For Life.
Our lunch companion did not make us happy.
Kennedy keeping a watchful eye on the talking tree next to Austen and Reese.
A talking tree, you know, just like in the rainforest. Terrifying.
15 foot nightmare in a pond.
No comments:
Post a Comment