As our days with Gertie are dwindling to just a couple, I decided that I needed more terror in my life. So, last night we went to La Fete de Marquette, which has returned to the vastly improved Central Park, just a few blocks from our new abode. What was so scary about the festival?
Molly on her first Ferris wheel ride, that’s what. Oy vey. I couldn’t get more pics because (a) my phone keeps telling me it’s at photo capacity (note to self: do something about that) and (b) everytime I looked at them, I went weak in the knees and started to cry. Literally, I cried. Please come down, I internally shouted. But Molly? Grinning from ear to ear and, when Aaron told her the ride was ending and they’d have to get off, shouted, “No!!!”