Aaron had a meeting in SLC last weekend and since there is always lots to do while in town, Morgan and I tagged along. But during Aaron's meeting we were dropped off at Temple Square. First we walked around and looked at all of the fountains. (There are SO many fountains on Temple Square!)
It was a pretty hot that day, which might have hastened the crankying of Morgan. We went in to some of the visitors centers, but Morgan was getting pretty wild and trying to climb on displays and go where he wasn't supposed to. But outside he was trying to leave the square in favor of running out into the busy downtown streets or trying to climb aboard the little maintenance carts. It became very old, very fast. Aaron's meeting went longer than was originally thought so we were there for about an hour and a half. Which was far too long.
When Aaron finally called and said he was there Morgan was having a meltdown in a visitors center. Like, throwing himself on the floor and having a screaming tantrum type melt down. I finally got him outside, but carrying him was uncomfortable as he kept squirming and kicking. So I let him lie on the hot cement and pretended I was going to leave him. (It works quite well sometimes.) That's when some sister missionaries happened by and bribed him with a rice crispy treat. He was pretty much being rewarded for his inappropriate behavior, but at that point I didn't care, I just wanted to get him to the car.
I don't need to go back there anytime soon. It kind of put a negative light on the place.
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