Everytime we travel through Las Vegas I feel like everyone is saying, "who brings their kids to Vegas?", but that didn't stop us from teaching Anika, when she was 1 and we were travelling through, to say "Vegas Baby!". Now she thinks that's the name of the city, and everytime she talks about it she says "when we were in Vegasbaby..".
Taking an anotomically obsessed 3 year old to Ceasers Palace with all the greek myth statues and art is a treat, because then when you sit down with her to wait for the rest of the family who have gone into the bathrooms, she might point to a painting directly above the man who is sitting on a bench across from you and say "Mommy, look at that boy! ..... He has a penis!!". And then all you can say is, "yes, yes he does."
And while the mature (er) children of the family may comment that the scantily clad billboard picture is 'disturbing', the same 3 year old might laugh hysterically and say "hahahahahaha butt!!!".
HOWEVER! The dancing water fountain, timed to music, was awesome, as were the live flamingos, the ducks the girls chased across the park, and,oh yes, the PLUS 10 weather!!
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