It was, really, the only breakdown we had on our quick weekend trip to San Antonio.
Apparently, her excitement over seeing this spot was about something completely different than we thought. 3-year-olds. :)
The rest of the trip was fun. San Antonio is a good town.
We watched the ducks and boats pass by while we ate at a restaurant I used to visit with my parents when I was a kid,
braved the blazing Texas sun to hit 6 Flags,
took a tour boat ride through the Riverwalk,
had to correct her that this was, in fact, not THE devil,
watched cartoons together in our hotel room,
checked things out from high above,
ate chips and salsa,
ran around like superheroes,
let Jack drive,
and realized pretty quickly that our daughter is a daredevil.
She was not a happy camper when she realized that being under 42 inches meant she wouldn't get to ride the big roller coasters. Secretly, I was totally relieved. :)
The whole point was to get away and spend time together.
And that we did.
And in the process, we made some great memories.
I love road trips!