It was supposed to be ladybug season, so I really wanted to go to Mount Capulin - a short drive from our house - this summer. The kids were so, so excited to hike down a "real volcano!" We had to remind some many times that no, it wouldn't explode while we were walking down.
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It turned out that the lady bugs were on the outer rim, so I suggested we go. No one really wanted to. Except me. So, I talked a few into it.
Then, things became too much for some, and well, they started whining, and then crying, and I looked down and saw these before I turned right back around in a hurry to get.outta.there.
Truly, I'm glad we took them, and they had fun. For a short time, ha!
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