I found my new scary last night.  Jenn and I took a few hours out of the day to take Coop and Ryan to Hoffman’s Playland.  A quick side note about Hoffman’s. I can vaguely remember being six or seven and having my parents take me to Hoffman’s with my cousins.  Nice story about a famous local establishment.  What’s scary is that I can vaguely remember these same rides!  I can guarantee you that the rides weren’t brand new when I rode them over 25 years ago! Now that’s scary.  You know what else is scary?  

The first time your three year old son flies in a helicopter alone.  Soaring 15 feet off the ground, watching this was a little like watching a Cessna land at JFK… you’re pretty sure it’ll land safely but it seems so much safer to be in the jet.  At one point Jenn said to me, “I think I should ride with him” and I, very unassumingly commented, “He’s gotta do it sometime.”  Ummm, I suppose that’s true and he did fine but I have at least a dozen grey hairs because of last night’s ride.