The first hour he was practically in my lap, part in awe of the situation and part because he had so many questions and that was how close we needed to be to communicate. By the second hour he was cheering, booing, jumping up and down as the trucks jumped and the cars flipped.
After the second hour he leaned towards me and said, "Mommy, I'm tired." At this point it was almost 10 and our friends (Jackson, a 3 year old) was also getting tired so we called it a night. The boys had a wonderful time, and so did us Mama's. We'll have to do it again next year!
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