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.

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.








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.



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.



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