In an effort to prepare Gianna for our mini-excursion, we talked about going on a big boat with our car (the ferry), building sandcastles on the beach, putting our toes in the sand, standing in the oceans (the Gulf).
All the exhibits we couldn't wait to experience with her -- were filled with the wonder and awe but were over in 15 minutes each. I guess we had high expectations for our new two year old.
We had initally seen the advertisements for Happy Feet in 4D, but thought a two hour movie might be too much for Gianna to handle. Yet another misunderstanding. Happy Feet in 4D is only 12 minutes long. TWELVE MINUTES! And we sat through FORTY FIVE minutes of
torture a very mature story for a toddler.
So on we went to see Happy Feet. I didn't really understand the concept of 4D until then. I just thought it was another visual dimmension - which makes little sense when I think about it. Nope. We got blasts of cold air, had our chairs shaken and moved, bubbles floating about and even a spray of water in our faces. Precious. Gianna was giddy with excitement. So fun to watch.
And there was this Frog Mascott deal that Gianna was obsessed with (I'm telling you, the girl is going to stroke out when we eventually go to Disney.) She kept telling him she was two and wanted to touch him and hug him. He was a decent enough sport, but then he walked off with her stroller for kicks and giggles, I suppose.
"I two." she told them.