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Monday, May 01, 2006
Spongebob's train ride to death

Getting on that train turned out to be one of the best parts of our day. For some unknown reason, it made me and Breezy get extremely hyperactive, but conversely made the boys want to sleep.

Also, a troop of Brownies got on and Zack (he's a Beaver) started to get a bit arsey. He hates girls at the best of times, but for some reason their yellow uniforms and their general perkiness made him even angrier than usual.

This is Zack telling me off for singing the, "Zack and some Brownies sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" song

I don't think I helped matters much either. I kept asking him if he was in love with one of the Brownies and about when they were going to get married. This then led to a Mallrats style proclaimation from him that he doesn't love girls, he only loves boys. This was certainly a closet I hadn't envisaged opening for a good 10 years yet, so once he said that, I decided to let sleeping dogs (and their sexuality) lie.

Well, I was planning to, but then I remembered how annoyed he gets when his aunty showers him with affection in front of other kids his own age. 

Don't let the face fool you. The kid loves me and my over enthusiastic public displays of affection

After I'd annoyed my nephew to the point that he threatened to jump from a moving train (it was going about 3mph),  I realised that my job there was clearly done and we got to taking some more pictures.

Spongebob was even more excited about riding the train, than he was just waiting in line for it

We were so happy together

And this happiness rubbed off on so many others too

In no time (well, after about 10 minutes worth of it) we pulled up on the otherside of the Lido, conveiniently very close to where we had parked our car. As we were checking we'd got everything we boarded the train with (handbags, two kids and a helium filled balloon), Zack said something that shook me to my very core.

"Look Carrot, Spongebob has gone down lots!"

I looked at Breezy and she looked back at me like she always does, with a flicker of disgust mixed with an equal portion of despair.

"Breezy. We've got to get back home. I don't think Spongey B is going to last much longer."


And it was with that, we jumped in the car and drove home and towards Spongebob's final moments.

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