Yesterday, we decided to surprise G with a ride on the train. This kid LOVES trains. Absolutely loves them. If he could sit at the train station and watch them come and go all day every day, he would. And he would be content with life. Anyway, we went to Old Town, San Diego. For those of you that don't know, this place is awesome. It has covered wagons, people in period costumes, a "mountain man", a blacksmith, and gun makers. It's the Old West in the middle of the city.
The train ride down was pretty normal. L was a little cranky, but nothing too serious. G was in heaven. Once we got to Old Town, all G wanted to do was play in the wishing fountain. Until a little girl tried to make a wish. You'd think she'd walked up and stabbed him in the kidney. No more fountain for G. Next it was on to the water fountain. Until someone got thirsty and stood behind him. Once he realized someone was that close to him, he was done. He was glued to my side the rest of the day.
The train ride home was...interesting. G would not sit still. It was dark, so he couldn't see outside. That meant that he had to bounce around the train car. Luckily, we were the only ones in this particular section. He bounced from seat to seat, sat on the floor, fell down a couple times, bumped his head, and eventually started hitting the wall. We did, however, make it home with no injuries. Score 1 for team Nut House.
Wonder what he's going to do when he realizes there are no trains where we're moving......