Last night, we wadded through the rain in Greenfield Village (recreation of historical homes village--I bet you have one in your area). It might have been lovely on a dry night with lighted pumpkins along the way, people dressed up like scarecrows and headless horseman, pumpkin, nursery rhyme characters, a few stations handing out candy (although not nearly enough for the price).
We adults griped the whole way about what a shame it was that it was raining, that we couldn't see very well, that it was all outdoors on such a night. Our almost 3 year old didn't say much, just walked along in his Elvis costume (picked for its glittery guitar).
At the end of the 75 minute trek, as we headed for the gate, relieved to be almost in the car, he said, "Can we do it again?"
What was a chore for us was heaven for him. If only we had known it from the beginning? Sorry, Kev. We'll do better at the Zoo Boo in two weeks, rain or shine.