Thursday we went to the train museum. Max was in heaven. Dad surprised us with his vast knowledge of railroad songs, though I couldn’t help myself from pointing out that “I’m Leaving on a Jet Train” probably doesn’t count.
The train museum was actually surprisingly good -- for Max. He basically had free reign to run around a bunch of old trains: a kid's dream. One of the museum employees even took Max back to meet Thomas the Train and Max loved sitting in Thomas so much that he even let the guy take a picture with him, but Max was clearly out of his comfort zone (see picture).
Another highlight to the museum was the train ride around the grounds. I believe dad was in the middle of "Chattanaga Choo-Choo" is this photo.
Max was a dream all day long. At dinner, Abram whispered to him, “Go give Grandma hugs.” So he crept over and when he hugged her she started shouting, yelling, and generally making a big deal of it. He got a kick out of it and kept coming back for more. After a few hug attacks, Abram told Max to go hug Grandma again. But instead, Max pointed to dad and shouted, “No! I go hug that guy!”
And to top it all off, Dad, who was sure to win scrabble, lost his lead with about 3 rounds to go to Abram with “Jeez” on a triple word score. Ouch.
Mom – 1, Dad – 0, Abram -1, Kristin – 1