My son was 4 the first time I took him. I asked him what he wanted to do when we got there, and he told me hm. On the plane ride down I asked again, and he said hm. On the me bus to the resort, I asked. Still hm.
We check into the resort and I asked if he wanted to take a nap. Nope. Hm. We go to mk. Get inside. It's 1:30. I ask if he wants to eat. Nope. Hm.
We get in line for hm, he's jumping like a Mexican jumping bean on a stove. The doors open...
He plants both feet, spreads his arms and shouts "nnnnnnnnoooooooooooo!!!!!"
I wasn't having it. I threw him over my shoulder like sack of potatoes and carried him in.
During the stretching room, he was buried in my shoulder. After that, he loved it and wanted to go again right after.