Pulling Out The Big Guns

You know how near the end of a fireworks show, they start shooting off the big guys? Like, all of a sudden it goes from BAM! POW! to BAM BAM BAM! POW PASHOW! POW POW POW! Well, there are only three weeks of summer vacation left, so it’s time for the big guns. That’s right, Legoland.

Hazy: It's like the giraffe pooped me out! George: And he's peeing on me! Mom fail - I laughed. — Hazy: It’s like the giraffe pooped me out!
George: And he’s peeing on me!
Mom fail – I laughed.

If you haven’t been to Legoland, go right now. I mean, go online and book your tickets, print them out, and then go right to Legoland. It’s a big kid’s dream come true, but also pretty cool for kid-kids.

There are 4D movies! (Spoiler alert: the 4th D is rain.)

There's Lego Fenway! — There’s Lego Fenway!

There's a build-your-own-Lego-racecar racing track! — And there’s a build-your-own-Lego-racecar racing track!

Both kids won their “heats”, and I built both kids’ cars, so technically, I won both heats. Suck it, other small children!

There was also this track, which was more of a demolition track. — At the bottom of this track is just a wasteland of wrecked Lego-mobiles, ours included.

It's nice to know that Matty and I's karaoke legacy will live on. It's always a good time, indeed, Hazelbert. — It’s nice to know that Matty and I’s karaoke legacy will live on. It’s always a good time, indeed, Hazelbert.

I haven’t seen them this happy since the time I told them we were having pasta with butter for dinner.

I think it was all too much joy for George to handle, because post-Legoland, we couldn’t get a smile out of him.

But that did result in this awesome photo acting by my apprentice.

After taking them to Somerville’s Disney World and not even getting a smile out of Burgles, I decided I had to treat myself to a lobster roll at Legal.