This weekend Grandpa Ricker and Grandma Cheryl treated our kids to the Haunted Train Ride on the Heber Creeper up Provo Canyon.
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| Grandpa's Treat Bags |
We were all smiles and giggles for the first little while, looking through our treat bags, the boys eating their beef jerky, listening to the legends. And then................
the zombies start passing through the isles, the smiles stop, and faces like this start making me a little nervous that maybe Maxwell and Benson might be too young for this train.
I know, I felt a little guilty that I kept snapping pictures, but the train was moving and we weren't getting off.
These zombies were relentless, Max and Benson must have had huge targets on their foreheads because they wouldn't leave them alone.
Pretty soon Beetle was hoovering over the boys to protect them and I was yelling StOP, StOP, NO MOre!
It was a night to remember that is for sure. If you plan on going on this Haunted Train ride tonight, be sure not to take kids 6 and under.
Max was SO Happy to get off that train, he had death grip on Beetles neck. Simon wasn't phased by the zombies, he was mad in this picture because Max was closer to Dad than he was.
Annabelle loved it, and was privileged enough to sit by Grandma Phyl, Phyl. When we got off the train she said "Mom, my arm and ears are sore from Grandma pulling on me and screaming the whole train ride!"
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
2 comments:
I am laughing so hard! I have sat next to Grandma Phyl Phyl at a wrestling match and I can assume her reaction was similar to the haunted train. I might even still have some marks on my arm! Your family is so adorable!
I totally agree with Chelsea. That was what I was laughing the hardest about, and I do know I have scars from the same thing. Poor little Max was so scared. Hope he's not damaged for life about going on trains.
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