My cousin Lori, her husband Peter and their two kids Luca and Dylan came to visit from Philly. They don't get to come up all that often so I thought a good day trip would be for us to go to Coney Island. For those of you unfamiliar with Coney Island (is that possible?) it's a low-grade amusement park meets a circus sideshow meets a caramel apple meets the Jersey Shore. Somehow it works perfectly.

Roan discovered rides and, unlike the merry-go-round debacle of earlier this year, had a blast.

Luca, all of seven years old but as tall as a ten year old, went on rides that made me queasy just to look at. He went in that crazy orb that's shot in the air like a cannon attached to cables. Um, no thanks.

At the end of the day I bought Roan a go at one of those game booths. It was an Angry Birds booth and you were given 3 baseballs and had to try to smash 3 plates. The first two throws he didn't come remotely close but, unbelievably, he smashed a plate on the last round and won an Angry Bird!!