It was a rather inpromptu decision calling C to see if she was keen to go to Legoland the next day. School wasn't starting for another week and the children were ready to climb the wall from boredom. I've always believed that these amusement parks should PAY the parents for bringing their kids. I never understood why the adult tickets should cost 40% more than children's given that we can't get on any rides nor do we really want to squeeze our bottoms into tiny seats and being swung, hurled, jolted and thrown in every imaginable way.
For the sakes of our mini-mes, we put up with standing around, BORED out of OUR minds whilst our kids giggled and ran from ride to ride and then ate disgusting white underbaked bread or otherwise known as Legoland baguette. Nonetheless, the 3 kids thought it was mah-veh-lous. The frazzled and exhausted mothers are counting the days before we subject ourselves to this form of torture again.
The kingdom of mini Legoland
The London Underground tube
A very realistic (right down to the dirty trains) rendition of the Tube
Piccadilly Circus, London
The kids were in awe and so were we
I can't remember where this place is. Anyone??
L was very impressed she could actually step on the pedal and veer in any direction her little heart desired.
A did a much better job at driving
The kids had a grand time "driving" the helicopter
I wouldn't be caught dead being swung round and round but obviously someone's enjoying it.
And this is the dirty look I received when I mentioned it was time to go home.