Sometimes, on a rainy Tuesday, you just need to get out of the house.
Sometimes, when the first dinner attempted is gently used (ahem....chewed and spit out), you need a back up plan.
(By the way...the boy does not like beanieweanies.)
Today was that sometimes. The fridge full of leftovers was not so appealing. So as the boy napped through dinner time (fighting off the beanieweanies and a day at Grans with Dec and Nones wore him out), I planned out an adventure for when daddy got home.
I told Bri to change, put his pj's on if he wanted, we were going out for an adventure/dinner.
It was far, and we took the long way. We weaved through the woods of CT and happened upon the choochoo. We crossed paths with it a couple of times, and as it stopped to let some passengers off in what is probably the smallest town in all the MTA territory, we got a CHOOOOOOCHOOOOOO and wave from the conductor. WIDE EYED boy in the backseat, and that wasn't even the planned part of the adventure.
This was:
I had seen an ad for car hop service, and have only had it once before in good ol Michigan. Great burgers, fries, onion rings, milkshakes and root beer. What a treat. And what a great cure for the Tuesdays. (I missed the shot of the food hanging off the car, it was rainy, windy and we were HUNGRY...YUM.)
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