From Watery Bliss to Watery Torture

Cara did a recent blog about their trip to a local "mini" water park. Dude saw this post and decided that we too would need to go familiarize ourselves with this sanctuary of watery bliss. We met Stacy, Emma and Noah on Wednesday at 9:00am - this is the hour they reserve for the little ones, before they turn on the sprayers. I didn't know what that entailed, but whatever. We went early. And I'm glad we did. Dude thought this little paradise was the best thing ever, next to his trusty ball machine of course. He romped around the knee high water playground, explored the best little people targets for the water guns at the top of the plastic fort and spent a good 20 minutes going down the orange slide.

Then the clock chimed 10:00am and the "sprayers" woke up for the day. The little kids cleared out and the big kids entered because you have to be a good 50 pounds to be able to even stand up with all the jets they turn on. Dude's orange slide was belted with water pistons, his plastic fort was surrounded with sprays in your face from every direction...he was mortified. What happened to his watery sanctuary? Whatever happened, he wasn't going near it. In fact, we went to the opposite end of the water park, just to ensure that we couldn't even be remotely close to the "sprayers." We all diverted to the deep end for another hour, but I'm certainly not going to pay $10 for an hour of spray free fun again. Sorry dude. It was fun while it lasted.