In Kidzville there was a denser selection of 40-44" rider approved diversions. I was surprised (and mildly alarmed) to see that they were allowing 4-year-olds to discover the fine art of offensive driving (via bumper cars) without parental guidance. Turned out my concern was unnecessary, as none of the kids could find the magic combination of wheel turning and throttle application to extricate themselves from the perpetual traffic jam in the middle of the floor.
Next we hit the little rollercoaster, which wasn't so much scary as violent (at least to me as the seatback reached almost to my third lumbar vertebrae).
Up . . . down Abby and the rest of the rider chanted in true Mr. Miagi fashion on the airplane ride.
Up . . down, again.
This, I think, was Abby's favorite "ride", floating toy boats through the Scooby Doo graveyard. We did it like five times in a row.
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