It was a carnival night for us.
It was very late. But we’ve learned that it’s much better to be judged for keeping our pre-schoolers up until midnight at a carnival than to wait 30 minutes per ride in 100 degree heat. At 11 PM, you can get through at least four or five kiddie rides in half an hour.
After our kids did the Choo Choo Train that went around the 10 foot track six times which averaged about $.50 per kid per lap- they decided that they wanted to do the spinning teacup ride.
You know the one, right?
The one where the plane holding all the spinning teacups goes one direction, while people spin the teacups at varying speeds in the opposite direction?
For people that get motion sickness, it’s pretty much a nightmare of a ride. I won’t do it without dramamine, myself.
Anyway, both of our kids met the height requirement so we let them get in one of the teacups. My husband buckled them in.
And then the ride started.
It seemed to be going pretty well after its first revolution…
But, then- as our 5-year old daughter started to spin that teacup at a most unnaturally fast and impressive speed, we noticed that our son did not seem to be enjoying himself quite as much as she was.
As she spun that teacup faster and faster, we noticed our son start to sway back and forth- seemingly unable to hold himself upright.
He was clearly cross-eyed.
Their faces were a blur as our daughter emitted demonically gleeful cackles- but we could see our son’s dazed gaze.
He was in a stupor- seemingly paralyzed with motion drunkness.
And our daughter spun that teacup faster and faster, maniacally laughing and screaming with every nausea-inducing turn!
He mustered a “MOMMA!!!!!”
And I remember thinking I’ve gotta get in there!
I wanted to jump the fence.
I wanted to jump over the ride-operator.
I needed to get to my son.
“Aw. He’s FINE.” My husband said.
I was thinking….he is sooooo NOT fine.
“He’s totally FINE.” My brother-in-law said.
“Oh. No. He is totally NOT fine”, I thought.
But, I’m pretty sure I stayed calm.
I remember asking the man to stop the ride.
And he did.
The only problem was that he stopped the ride, but our daughter was so busy spinning that teacup (and by this time, our son was laying on his side, unable to prop himself up), that the operator had to pull on the teacup in the opposite direction just to slow down the momentum.
I ran in to pick up my son and he was very thankful.
I looked at one of the moms on the side who I figured might be annoyed that I asked the guy to stop the ride her kids were on, and she said, “Oh. No. I get it. I SAW his little face. I would have done the same thing.”
Our poor little son said, “Momma. I don’t wike the teacups. They are SCAWY. My sistow is berry good at the teacups but I don’t wike dem.”
When our daughter got off the teacups, beaming- I asked her if she noticed that her brother was not enjoying the ride.
She said, “Yeah. He looked like he was gonna throw up. But, I was trying to get me a good time.”
We’ve been working on our manners, consideration of others and good citizenship stuff. Really, we have. But, it’s a work in progress.
Anyway- On the way home, I told my husband that I was proud of myself for not losing my stuff when our son looked like he was going to pass out.
My husband seems to have a different recollection of my response. Here is what my non-blogger hubby has to say about the event…
“So I noticed that my son started yelling for his mother and the next thing I know, Tricia is trying to jump the fence as if she is going to stop the machine herself. I blocked her with my left arm as she was screaming hysterically…”Stop the machine! My son!” It was everything I could do to keep her from “saving” her son! I’m sure that the entire park heard the raucous over the noise of the machines.”
So he called my brother-in-law on the way home and put him on the speaker phone.
And he seemed to corroborate my husband’s account.
The next day I asked my little sister her recollection of events.
She seemed to remember me getting ready to hop over the ride operator. And then she said that she thought it was hilarious that our son’s eyes were still rattling back and forth trying to focus even once I snatched him from the fetal position…
I genuinely don’t remember things going down like that.
I remember feeling like all that INSIDE but I worked really hard to control my urge to jump the fence, the ride operator and all those other spinning teacups on the OUTSIDE…
I MEAN, WHO DO YOU BELIEVE?
AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?