Since roller coasters aren’t an option anymore due to my proclivity for dizziness (sob), I went to the water park with my daughter, instead.
We hit the Big Kahuna, The Typhoon Lagoon, and the wave pool.
But it was 70 degrees, not nearly warm enough for a water park. Even a lazy river.
So, we found a wooden bench by the raft rentals and laid out like lizards.
After 20 minutes of silence — I think I may have fallen asleep — I raised up on my elbows.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Really? But we’re just lying here. Not much fun to be had.”
Silence.
“So you just want to lay here?”
She didn’t bother opening her eyes.
“Fun doesn’t always have to mean water slides, daddy.”
Damn. She got me again.