The Monster Trucks

There are some really creepy YouTube videos of animated monster trucks that you were obsessed about for a while, Noah. You completely loved them.

So what did we do? We only went and bloody booked some tickets to a monster truck show. A REAL LIFE MONSTER TRUCK SHOW! We told you about a week before and you were so excited. Every day we would remind you or you would remind us and we would all whoop round the house in a frenzy of excitement.

The bog day came. Sunday, 9th August 2015. We got in the car and drove in the baking heat the 1hr and 30 minute journey to where the monster trucks were: Wellingborough. We parked up far away in a field, but even from that distance, we could hear the sounds of the engines roaring.

Here was the shit bit:

You took one look at them, turned round, pointed to the inflatable slide they had there and said, "Can I go on that?"

We said, "No, will you kindly watch the fucking monster trucks?" You were adamant. We made you endure one of the runs of the monster trucks in the blistering heat on daddy's shoulders before mummy took you to queue to get on the slide. It was £2.50 for five minutes.

Mummy handed over her money.

You refused to get on the fucking thing.

Your five minutes ran out.

We had a picnic with the deafening sounds of monster trucks 20 yards away.

Then we went home.

What a day.

MERCEDES ALL UP IN MAH...MOOONSTERRR TRUCK!