My whole family decided to join me in the running-away-from-home approach to facing (not) one's challenges. I'm happy to report that the turn-tail-and-skedaddle-for-a-minute plan evidently works.
Those seats? Baseball fans will recognize my statistical and historical accuracy when I say, that's the nosebleed section, for $27 per heine. (Surprisingly the Giants did not charge extra for my pie-enhanced rear.) Plus we enjoyed $8 hot dogs and $5 sodas all around. I was completely miffed when the vendors wouldn't discuss an amortized loan, but still, totally worth it. Gracie spent nine innings chanting, "You say 'go,' I say 'Giants!' Okay!" The EGE reminded her as he has the older girls that it takes lots of math and science to become a cheerleader.
Oh! And in case you didn't know, there are multiple kid SLIDES inside of that huge Coke bottle. There were some genius planners of the park. Also, you can watch a baseball bat being made by a real woodworker and then take your child's picture in a chair-sized leather baseball glove. And then take a picture of your next child, and your next, until the grumpy grandpa in line behind you mutters, "How many kids does this lady got?" And then you can get tempted to be a leetle passive aggressive and try out all the cool filters and lenses that your husband sprang for when he bought your camera. It'll only take a minute. Really. And some people need to learn patience; clearly it's in their best interest to learn it from a woman with four children who just spent a small fortune to park three miles away from the stadium. See how I can rationalize? I'm happy to hire out the service. Also, freebie rationalization for friends' needs. Short notice too!