The last time I went to Six Flags, they didn’t have this trampoline contraption. And they only had three or four rollercoasters, not 10. The last time I went to Six Flags, it was to see Andy Gibb in concert with my friend, Tiffany. We didn’t get anywhere near the show, but we caught a glimpse of him from the tippy top of a rollercoaster and were trapped in the parking lot for hours after the park closed, causing my parents to call all of the local hospitals in a panic (this was well before the age of cell phones).

Chloe and my husband took the Frenchies to the amusement park the other day. They don’t have amusement parks like this in France. They have Disneyland Paris, but that doesn’t count because it’s American. They have Parc Asterix, but that doesn’t count because it’s based on Belgian comic book characters and as funny as they may be, Belgian comic book characters do not an amusement park make. Needless to say, the Frenchie kids were in heaven.