At first they were happy to wait. They could see the ponies trotting along in the distance and felt confident that their turn would come.
But progress was slow and they soon grew restless.
Miss Five started squirming and fidgeting, chewing on the bow on her dress and stepping on my toes.
Meanwhile Miss Three took restless to a whole new level.
Tired of standing on her own two feet, she begged to be picked up. The longer we waited the heavier - and sillier - she got, so I passed her to her father, who decided a distraction was in order.
He tickled her, swung her around and tipped her upside down, in a way only dads can - over-exciting her in a way only dads can.
Running in between people's legs, squealing and generally making a nuisance of herself, her excitement peaked as the queue dwindled.
And with just a handful of kids left in front of us, she pointed at the inflatable slide to her right and announced: "I want to go on that."
"You're having a pony ride," I reminded her.
Finally the girls were handed helmets and planted in the saddle.
Miss Five took it in her stride but Miss Three's brow furrowed with worry and she pleaded that I walk along beside her.
"It's too wobbly," she grizzled, holding on for dear life as the placid pony plodded along.
After enduring the ride she dismounted and ran straight towards the inflatable slide - and into another queue.
Where she had another long wait, before deciding that the slide was in fact too high and too scary and that she would really rather not.
So she found a miniature bouncy castle without a queue where she was able to have multiple turns without waiting.
I guess she figured some things are just not worth waiting for.
