“Actually, we taught him that the police are his friends,” I interrupt.
“Really,” Sarah tone conveys disappointment.
This past weekend we went to Vermont.
“This moose is so cute,” Matt told me before bed, holding a stuffed moose that belonged to Sarah but by the end of the weekend would belong to him.
“You’re cute too,” I told him.
“But I’m not furry!” he giggled in response.
In the morning he wanted to visit Santa because a couple trips ago we took him to a place called Santa’s Village. I told him that we had something else planned and maybe next time we could go there. “I need to ask Santa to get a basketball game for Woody!” He argued, as though he didn’t have his own list of reasons to sit on Santa’s lap.
He quickly got over this when he realized we were going to a train museum.
At the train museum we rode the train and spent the morning observing and playing with train exhibits and toys. Matt was very excited to spend the morning doing what he loves most.
The next day we visited a farm. Matthew won a ribbon for pumpkin bowling. He also peeled an apple, make pumpkin ice cream, and learned about chickens. We went on a wagon ride pulled by horses and he tried to eat an apple from a string. It was a great note to end our weekend getaway on.
“Can we go back tomorrow?” Matthew asked me after the two and a half hour drive home.
“Can we go back tomorrow?” Matthew asked me after the two and a half hour drive home.
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