Our day was filled with repeated trips to the carousel and train running through the dilapidated zoo. Although, in addition our little Pep-squeak took one terrifying solo ride on the flying elephant, and we all waited long enough to take a soaking ride on the log flume ride together (once is acceptable, but twice is unheard of with a two-year-old). We took lots of sunscreen breaks, and enjoyed all the animals in the zoo, which is the most any of us have ever seen on that little train ride. It was just the right amount of time:
Staying only a few hours is contrary to the "get the most out of your money" attitude instilled in me by my dear daddy-o, but it worked out perfectly for us this year. Has your perspective changed on certain adventures since introducing children to the equation?