Rebel on the slide

It's always fun until management tells you to take a time-out.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, we took the kids to Adventure Zone last Sunday. The occasion? It was the kick off event for the March of Dimes' March for Babies, a fundraising event for which I'm volunteering. Adventure Zone donated space for the event and free game tokens for participants, so of course AJ and Sydney made the most of it.

Down the giant inflatable slide...

Over and over again, my little daredevil hurled herself down the puffy slope, alternating between giggles and squeals.

It was Sydney's favorite part when we were here for AJ's birthday party last month, and she was thrilled to pick up where she'd left off.

Until suddenly she came out crying.

"What happened?" I asked, expecting she wanted a boo-boo kissed.

Through sobbing breaths, she revealed, "He... told... me to... take... a break."

"Who told you that?" The outraged mama bear was ready to take on whichever child was bullying my daughter.

"He did!" She accused, pointing to a young man a few feet away. It was an employee.

Figuring the man had noticed Sydney's lack of a wristband and didn't realize we were part of the March of Dimes event, I approached him and asked what the problem was.

"She went down head first," was his response. "We had a child get hurt doing that, and so for insurance reasons we can't let kids do that."

Hmmm... that's a new rule I wasn't aware of. Perhaps it would have been more fair to share this information with the people who can read (I didn't see any signs), rather than discipline the preschoolers who have no way of knowing better. Whatever. The point was made. And it did make it easier to get Sydney to take a break from the slide and finally try some of  the other games.