But then I see them begging to go on these dinky rides. Their happiness is unmeasurable when I actually have a quarter. Suddenly I become acutely aware that I'm seconds away from their childhood being over. I always wonder if this will be the last time they ask to go for a ride. So I try to enjoy my kids just as they are. One on a blue giraffe. The other two on a green horse.
Then the ride stops. "Please! Again? No more? Why?!," they say, "Aw man! This is the worst day ever!"
And I'm right back where I started.