So when Charlie saw the Monster Jam commercial a few weeks ago, he begged us to go to the "Monster Truck Alley"! And because one of his parents (not his father) secretly LOVES Monster Trucks, we bought tickets and headed down to Cedar Rapids.
|C probably would have been happy just hanging out in the skywalk-- he thought looking at the traffic down below was super cool.|
|Can you say rip-off?|
|Oh, and watching these guys was just as entertaining. They moved dirt, carried crushed cars, and set the 'stage'. C again thought it was "awesome"|
Charlie claimed to love the whole show and according to him, "It was awesome!" His expression, however, was a little suspect. He was quiet and observant, never yelling or clapping but rather taking it all in. He coaxed his dad into a $15 souvenir sno-cone and a crazy expensive Hot Wheels monster truck. We justified the expense by noting that this little day trip kind of made up for our lack of any winter getaway this year.
|By the end of the show, we were wearing down a little. But someone insisted he was NOT ready to go home and he was NOT tired. ("Stop asking me that!")|