The hard drive on my laptop recently bit the dust, which isn't exactly a joyous occasion, but it was a good reminder that backups and complete stories stored in places that are safe are good. Thus, excessive blogging about a topic, AHOY! I don't want to forget the stories that go with the photos.
While there are certainly fancier places to beach, Ocean City has the Boardwalk. And the Boardwalk has things. Like, amusement park rides.
Mila really super likes amusement park rides.
(Ignore the expression on her face. That's just her RBF that she keeps on hand for when I have the camera.)
As part of my always-evolving efforts to bribe Mila into acting like a respectable human, I kept telling her she could "ride the horsies" if she did all the things respectable humans do. Fortunately for her, she complied enough for me to get her a few tickets and let her go.
One spin around the horsies wasn't enough, though. Mila had a few more tickets to burn, so she asked to ride something else. And then something else. And then something else. And a magical thing happened - she was tall enough to ride all of the things in the kid area! By herself! Without obnoxious high heels or anything! And the signage was clear and there were visual indicators to know when she had wandered past "her space" and ... well ... Kennywood, take notes.
And then we purposely wandered past "her space" and found a giant area where Mila was still allowed to ride, just this time with a "responsible person" at her side. I found me one of those "responsible people" and there was fun.
So much fun.
Basically, I now know that if I want to set Mila free and let her ride and ride and not run into moments of "you're not bigger enough," I just have to go to Maryland. It's totally worth the drive.