Ok, math people, I need an equation. What is the maximum amount of whiny-ness allowable to still truthfully let all parties say “we sure had a fun day!” Even “that was kind of fun!” would suffice. I think we exceeded our alotment today for sure. But sometimes Isaac’s whiniest days deliver an inexplicable “that was a fun day!” at the end. Somebody give me the formula!
Today WE WENT ON A HELICOPTER RIDE OVER THE GRAND CANYON. It was amazing. We flew along the rim where the land is Navajo as far as the eye can see, and dirt paths dead end on the razor edge of the precipice. We swung out over nothing as the pine trees fell away and the canyon plummeted thousands of feet in elevation. We saw millimeter-long white water rafts and ants that were actually grazing buffalo. We looped around the north rim and swooped down a dragon-shaped ravine. It was incredible. “Mom! I don’t know about this!” Isaac was brave and adorable. Flying over the river was his favorite part. It was so fun!