L has wanted to go on the bumper cars forever.
When you are three, pretty much everything you've ever waited for is a life long dream- after all, your life isn't that long to begin with.
Anyway, the bumper cars place in the mall back home has a height limit, and L's not even close. He'll probably be about 9 when he makes the cut. But every time we pass it, he runs to size
himself up, positive that this time it's going to be his lucky day.
Well, Friday our friends took us to the opening day of the OC fair, and right there in the middle of the kids' zone, there it was: mini bumper cars.
L made the height requirement by a hair. He ran in and picked a car and sat down, exuding confidence. I was nervous, sure that with the first jarring crash he'd go into a seizure and we wouldn't be able to get to him until the ride finished. But I know we can't wrap him in cotton wool, and that he could just as easily have one from stubbing his toe, so we might as well let him live.
The ride started, and L's car was facing away from me. He got slammed several times right away, but I couldn't see him to gauge his reaction. I was almost in a frenzy by the time he got his car turned around and I could finally see his face. Pure joy. Absolutely thrilled! He cheered every time someone slammed him and laughed every time he got someone else. He rode it twice and didn't have a bit of trouble.
Waiting for the ride to start.
And since we were busy making dreams come true, we figured it was the perfect time to fulfill another one of L's dreams. We topped the day off with his first ever ice cream cone.