It was just the thing we needed: not too much money, our kids could go on all the rides, we could cool off in the water, we could touch the fish, we could watch the white tigers, and then fall asleep in the car on our short ride home--to our own shower and our own bed.
Me, the Diver! I'm not so sure I'd really feel so safe under a real sea. Especially after seeing some of the creepy creatures that crawl down in the depths of the ocean.The white Tigers were amazing! They had four and we watched them devour their raw meet, and sniff around for smells the workers had stragically placed in their cage--racoon, and chanel 5. Interesting? Apparently they love running along the glass with the kids, but get very agitated with any men. Especially when the men stare them straight in the eyes or crouch down on their knees and stand up really fast.
This little train took us through the shark tank, or better worded--under the shark tunnel.
After eating our lunch we seemed to get a little soaked. This was the first time I was "really hot" here in Houston. It's finally hit.
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