Another Proud Moment

Good evening, faithful reader. Sorry I skipped last night's blog entry. We kinda came into the room and collapsed after an evening at the "Pirates and Princess Party" at the Magic Kingdom. It was about 46 degrees and rainy...quite a good reason to come in...

Anyway, the reason for my post. Today I had another proud moment. I was at the Animal Kingdom in the section known as "Dinoland USA" In the back corner of that area are some carnival games setup to win prizes. You know, the squirt gun race, the throw the balls into the holes to win a prize...that kinda stuff. Brianna and Mindy went on the ride Primeval Whirl, so I decided that I was going to win them a prize at one of these games of skill.

I settled on Whac-a-Mole. Or Whac-A-Dino as it were. 2 bucks to play. First to 15 dinos whacked wins. The first game, I put down my 2 bucks and was competing against a couple of mid-teen girls. Smoked 'em. 15 easy. I was like Rain Man on those pop-up heads. I won a sweet 6 inch green alligator for my wife. No, romance isn't dead...

Not being one to give up easily I decided to play again. This time, a small crowd had come up and a few more joined the game. I stayed on lucky machine #9 and watched sucker after sucker come up with their two bucks. My competition this time included: the same mid-teens, a 6 or 7 year old, a dad who had never played before, and a couple of grandmotherly types.

It was then announced that because they had so many players, we would be competing for a medium sized prize. I looked over at the little kids...I could smell the fear. The grandmas couldn't figure out how to hold the mallets. The only competition I had was the other dad. The cast member working the booth knew that I had come to play. She gave me the silent nod. I think that either meant take it easy on 'em oh master of Whac-a-Dino...or it meant pay me the two bucks to get into this new game.

I focused my jedi powers on those pop up dinosaurs. 15 straight precision strikes upon those plastic molded noggins. Did I win? Let's just say that my daughter gets to sleep with a certain stuffed recreation of an animal that lived in the prehistoric period.

Am I too competitive? No...just a Whac-a-Dino expert trying to win cheap prizes for his family. You can't fault me a little fun, can you? Oh, and don't feel bad for the little kids that were playing...they are in Disney World after all.

BV