...you eat the canvas.
We took the chickens to Frontier City Saturday. It's Oklahoma's answer to Six Flags. In fact, the same company owns it.
And the first thing the chickens want to do is ride THE MECHANICAL BULL. Except baby chicken. Who looked at her siblings like they had lost their collective minds. Which, in fact, is never far off from the truth.
But I digress.
It's five bucks per child to watch them hop on the bull and let the ride operator flail them around like rag dolls. Let me just say...they are charging WAY too little. *evil grin*
I laughed until I hurt. Oldest chicken and boy cracked me up. They couldn't quite get the motion. Middle chicken went to mount the bull and totally flew over it the first time. Oh. My. God. I thought I was going to wet my pants.
So. We're cackling, and they're all giving it a go. And I have to say, money well spent.
Sure, we rode some rides. All that good stuff. They played. But the bull?
I will never forget watching them mount up like it was their sole purpose in life and then getting their heiney knocked for a loop about four seconds later. But I give it to them...they got right back on.
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