Vacation Recap, Part Three Hundred and Seventy-Eight or Something: Thursday Night

So, my recaps of our mini-vacation have officially taken three times as long as the actual vacation. Life: I'm doing it wrong. Snerk.

Apparently there is this place? In Beach Haven? Called Fantasy Island Amusement Park? And it's been there for 25 years? And I've never heard of it before? Yeah. It's cute. They have a teacup ride, and Shae loved it. (Me too, but I cut myself out of the picture, so nobody can prove it, bwahahahaha.)

They also had this "traffic jam" ride with a shiny sparkly fire truck. Shae liked that, too, even though I know that in real life traffic sucks, and anyway, I wanted her to go on the old-fashioned jalopy-slash-dune-buggy looking thing. These kids today, with their wanting to make up their own minds ... get off my lawn!

And there was this so-called "boat" ride, which (1) did not involve any actual water or anything, and (2) featured this creepy looking Goofy boat with this gaping mouth and these strange light-up eyes that, as you can see, even Shae did not like. (Liked the ride, not the creepy boat.)

Of course there was a merry-go-round. Otherwise what would be the point? We went on the carousel twice in a row. Shae was very tired at this point -- it's like 8:30 at night or something here, and this is the second night in a row that she's out past her bedtime -- but she saw those horsies and had to go on.

And who am I to not make a little girl very happy?