Yea!!!!! Time to recreate!!!! 
If you took your Toddler to see Santa or the Easter Bunny for the first time and they threw a Fit…
What makes you so sure you’ll go to a theme park and he’ll react any differently to two large chipmunks a Dog or two mice…… Hmmmmm….
I don’t understand people that do that to their kids! I was at a very popular theme park (let’s just say, the MICE reference lets you know which one) and I see these parents trying to egg on their little boy to speak to these two chipmunks. He (the little boy) was HYSTERICAL!
Let me put it to you this way; a Polaroid picture of me at the back of a dark alley face to face with Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs), Norman Bates (psycho),The chainsaw massacre guy and the little girl form the ring, ALL, holding their respective WEAPONS of choice, would have been a happier picture…..
That little kid was SCRRRREAMING!!!
The parents hang on to one of the chipmunks’ arm (the other chipmunk took off like a bat out of hell) asking him not to leave (he’s sort of tilting in the opposite direction; DESPERATE to get away (Probably a scared 18 year old in the suit). “No, please we just want to take a picture,” the parents pleaded with half a smile; “LIL junior” sees his chance to escape and takes off running through the crowd like a rabbit chased by rabid dogs. The mom takes off after her son; security arrives only to find DAD hanging on to the “LONE” chipmunk for dear life pleading for a pic ….. It was a STRANGE, STRANGE scene, to say the least….
Parents put themselves through the craziest things! But they are really asking for it…. NOT ME
I decided I’d quit (that sweet parenting thing that creates BRATS) when “THEY” (MY Brat Pack) initiated the let’s make faces at dinner thing …
I took the BULL by the HORNS! We were all sitting at the dinner table and… “Ok, here’s the deal guys….You obviously don’t like my cooking cause, I mean…. Look at you!” I couldn’t believe it. they all tried to look down at themselves, some even tried to “HOLD” their expression and peek in the mirror….. “You guys look like cows being led to the slaughter house”… my little one ask “Mom, what’s a slather house?” I said never mind then I went on strike for 9 years and guess what? They like my cooking a LOT better than take out now…
Oh, we still go to the park now and then… but…. they still run away from the chipmunks!
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