Sophie’s friends have begun to tell her that there is a place called Legoland and a place called Sealand and some other places near us that are extremely exciting. She has started begging for Sealand. “You mean Sea World?” we keep asking, but then we figure it doesn’t really matter, since we’re not really amusement-park people.
But I’m starting to feel a little guilty about denying my toddler these overpriced packaged thrills that are what most people visit when they come to San Diego. I reassure myself that, instead of amusement parks, we take her to bike races almost every weekend, but I have to admit that bike races aren’t always kid-focussed events:
She’s already smart enough to figure out that my SeaMuseum wasn’t the fabled SeaLand that her friends had told her about, because she knows that SeaLand apparently has someplace outside for some exciting type of coloring. I’m kind of glad that I didn’t have to maintain a lie.
But, alas, she’s still asking for Sealand. Maybe next weekend. Maybe I’ll actually like it.