When we were at SeaWorld this past weekend and walking back from being DRENCHED on the Rio Loco ride (of which Connor was FINALLY tall enough to ride - he was SOOOO excited!) I was walking by a family - similar to us - with the Mom trying to get dad and the kids together and to smile for a picture. I stopped and volunteered to take a picture of all 4 of them. In a completely deja-vu moment she said "Oh, no, that's okay."
I can't think of the number of times we have been in the same position - me taking pictures of Kevin and the kids and someone has volunteered to take a picture of all 4 of us, and I passed, too.
We chatted for a few seconds and I convinced her to get in the photo and took a couple of pictures of them. Naturally, when we were done she offered to take a picture for us as well. And despite the fact the refusal was on the tip of my tongue for a split second (I was SOPPING wet from head to toe, it was HOT and we were surely sweaty and red faced, and I must look quite a fright, the kids never cooperate and smile, and ... and... and) I agreed.
And surprisingly enough, it didn't come out too bad. :) Except that whole I was quite a fright part... :) You can't even tell we were soaked completely through (my shirt was still dripping streams of water and my shorts were plastered to my legs - there was literally not a dry spot on my entire body!)
And yes, that is Ryan at 4 1/2 refusing to get out of the stroller for fear of losing his seat because it was a LONG, LONG, walk over there! :) And yes, Kevin - really the kids WERE going to sit in the stroller (and fight over WHO got to sit in the stroller!) And yes, dear, despite the fact that kids haven't used a stroller in 2 years they DID need it and WANT to sit in it. And my back, and my voice thanked me profusely for bringing it. :)