seems patented to enthrall anyone under the age of about 10 and instantly nauseate anyone over the age of about 21. I, being WELL over 21, have not much tolerance for it. Jack, age 5, wants to stand in it for hours. I find if I either look very very intently at the floor or perhaps close my eyes and think of Tahiti, I can make it about 2 minutes. Luckily on the other side of the Tube of Lost Lunches there is a model of one of the early space ships, which simulates (very badly) takeoff. Thus, it is possible to bribe one's enthralled five year old onward and escape with one's cookies intact.
the other parents..but then again, most of them were busy texting on their blackberries!Lunch-busting space rides and greasy pizza aside, the best part of the day for me, and something I hope will always stay with me, was the look on Jack's face. He has this intoxicating combination of eagerness and wonder, mixed in with just happiness at us being out together. It lit up his whole being. It's such a privilege getting to have these moments with him, watching him discover things about the world, being there to enjoy all that discovery together. Reminds me of something I heard Julia Roberts say once -- I always knew I would love my kids, I just never knew they'd be my best friends, that I'd love spending time with them more than anything else in the world. That's the truth, folks.



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