There's always that one story...

As you can tell, this is a photo of my dad, my "bald baby," and myself on the log flume at Knoebels. There's not an occassion that happens, where I don't hear this story...

So basically, this was my first time on the log flume, when I was probably 3 and my parents made the brilliant idea to take me on the ride. As my mom watched my brother (an infant at the time), my father took me on the ride. Apparently before the "big drop" I said to him, "okay daddy, me get off now!"
I knew what was coming and I wasn't ready for it, as you can tell by the look on my face.