October 21, 2022


Kevin and I debated until about 10 PM the night before about going to LegoLand.  We had had a pretty negative experience at Disney the summer before - hot, crowded, and an unimpressed child.  Obviously, we took a chance - and it was a great decision!  Virtually no crowd (on a weekday in October!), beautifully comfortable, and a very, very engaged child.  Here Zupe is greeting Emmet - followed soon, thereafter, by dancing with and hugging Emmet.  Lloyd was also there!  And, Zupe had his first taste of a roller coaster and he loved it.  
 

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