All week long, Mommy teased us with a surprise for Sunday. But on Sunday morning when Mommy dressed Saia and Chago in orange and black, I very nearly had a coronary -- I mean, where's the great pumpkin, for crissakes -- when Mommy finally decides to clue us in. It was 9th row seats to the Giants game, and, of course, we were running late.
In fact, we didn't actually get there until the 5th inning! Taking everything into consideration, though (i.e., twin 4-year-olds, no traffic, crowds already seated), I think it actually worked out really well for us. And although we might recommend trying to get there during, say, the 3rd instead (especially if you've paid for the tickets yourselves), this is definitely the way to go with small children.
But best of all...there were no tantrums, there was enough activity around them to keep them interested the whole time, and, of course, let's not forget having had enough sense to at least allow ample time for Mama to scarf down a mound of those fabulous garlic fries before the concessions closed. Mmmm...
All in all, a very successful outing.