This past weekend we did what any good parent does when their children are 5 and 7.
(Good parents don't promote gambling?)
(Why didn't anyone tell me....)
After driving a little over 5 hours we reached our destination and I was surprised at the absence of "are we there yet ('s)" from the kids. They did really well and complaining was at a minimum.
We stopped at a little place close to the lake and "HOLY COW!" they had great ice cream.
The next morning we got ready and I think it is safe to say that the kids were excited.
L was studying up on the horses and figuring out who she wanted to place her money on.
As Sarah and I were heading in we noticed people looking back into the parking lot.
This is what they saw:
The Wal-Mart greeter stated that this had recently become a daily occurrence and speculated that the nest for this duck was located in one of the bushes on an island within the parking lot.
The momma duck was very good at navigating in and out of cars, actually pausing and looking before crossing into a driving lane on her way to the swampy area located beside Wal-Mart.
With sunscreen in hand we drove to downtown Hot Springs to check-out all the town had in store and make notes about what we wanted to come back and see after the races.
We all posed for pictures at the lookout at the bottom of the Hot Springs Mountain Tower.
Don't they look all sweet and innocent?
Being ever-efficient we arrived at the horse track and secured ourselves a $2 parking spot that was rumored to have been non-existent.
Although Sarah and I were saving bettin' for the race track, Steven and Jason were placing their bets on whether or not the gate we parked by would be opened after the race.
However, none of us had the foresight to place our bet on whether or not Jason would lock the keys in the car.
Because...he totally did.
Steven patiently waited while Jason called "pop-a-lock", and Sarah, the kids and I went to see what the name of the road was we were parked by.
And then we waited...... and waited. Finally after a couple of failed attempts the car was unlocked.
Then....we headed for the track.
Surprisingly, this is what the entrance into the deep, dark world of gambling looks like.
The kids tried to get into "the zone".
Because Sarah and I are cut from the same cloth, we went ahead and chose our horses prior to the races starting. without even seeing them. or knowing what their odds were. or if they had been scratched.
This was our first time and reading the book was like reading Greek. Harder, maybe.
We pooled our money and bet together....spending a whopping $25 each.
What can I say? We're big time.