Driving three hours to the Tennessee aquarium for an adventure with my three year-old granddaughter only to be told “It’s stinky, I ready go home now.” That gem was followed by a couple hours of what we’ll call forced fun (no sweetheart, we’re not leaving-you’ll learn about sunk costs in due time).
What was her favorite? The butterflies. At the aquarium. We did find Nemo though.
At least the lesson of age-appropriate trips wasn’t learned at Disney!