Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.
Saturday morning was a dismal and rainy day. I’m not sure who ordered this crappy weather, but I wish they’d quit. It’s spring time – time for warmer, drier weather.
Because of this crappy weather, my husband suggested we take the kids to the B&O Railroad museum which shocked the crap out of me because I mentioned doing just that the day before and that meant he was actually listening to me and not doing that “guy thing” where they shut their ears off the second their wives start talking.
Anyway, we took the kids to the museum and my almost four-year-old went nuts when he saw all of the trains. He loves trains. Loves, loves, loves trains! He loves to build trains, he loves to play with trains, he loves to watch videos of trains on YouTube and of course, he loves riding on trains.
The museum is actually a really nice setup. They have all kinds of trains housed in a large, circular shaped room. Some of the trains are even sent up so you can walk through them. In between a few of the trains are playing areas for kids that have train tables with wooden trains and tables like this one:
The kids went nuts over these displays. We couldn’t tear them away. I turned to my husband, smiled and said, “Well would you look at that. We just paid $70 in admission fees so that our kids could play with the very same Duplo blocks they have at home.”
Sigh. It wasn’t a complete waste of money. As I said before, my son loves, loves, loves trains! He was so excited to be surrounded by all of those trains that he peed himself. And of course, we didn’t have any extra pants for him. That pretty ended our time at the museum.
Watch where you step.