The last days of summer are upon us, the Kid starts school on Friday and I can't believe how fast the summer flew by. In an attempt to wrangle the last bit of fun out of our summer we decided to go to Six Flags. There's one about an hour from our house.
We figured we'd eat carnival food and ride the throw-up rides. In essence, I could pretend I was 15 again.
Little did I know how true that would be.
One of my favorite rides is Pandemonium. It's a roller coasteresque ride combined with the spin of the Tea Cups but not so freaking scary I feel as if I might actually die, which coincidentally, is how I felt when we rode Bizarro. I literally had no breath to scream. None.
Anywho, the cars for Pandemonium seat four people, so the Kid and I are sharing with a father-daughter pair. The girl looks like she's in her early 20's and the father is probably in his late 50's.
We're making chit-chat before the ride starts...
Daughter: Have you ridden before? This is one of my favorite rides.
The Kid: Yeah, but I was a lot younger.
Me: He didn't like it the first time, he wanted to get off half way through.
Father: Wait a minute. You're his MOTHER?
Me: Um, yeah.
Father: Wow, (looking at the Kid) I just thought you had a really hot girlfriend.
The Kid (looking horrified): Ugh! No, that's my mom.
We all laugh because really what else can we do, we're strapped in a car and we can't get away.
As we're walking off the ride:
Me: We get that a lot.
Kid: I know. But just to be sure don't walk too close to me or anything.
Me (laughing): So no kiss?
(For the record, I'm going to be 40 in 6 months.)