Can you believe I actually payed $10 so the kids could feed dead fish to these fellas?
Let me just share some advice with anyone heading down to Orlando any time soon. Do not. Do not. Do not take a sleep-deprived three-year-old, a petulant five-year-old, and a non-commital 11-year-old to a theme park teeming with thousands of other screaming kids and clueless parents. It’s a guaranteed recipe for a tension-filled experience.
I almost threw them all into the tank with Shamu. Almost.