I refuse to admit whether I cried when I saw Thomas
Carson handing the conductor his ticket. (He’s so cute and serious! I could cry!)
I may or may not have felt the a lump in my throat and my eyes fill with tears when I first saw Thomas. The sheer joy on Carson’s face combined with my own excitement of seeing a real, live Thomas, made it very difficult not to well up and openly bawl in front of thousands of strangers. Of course I didn’t actually cry, but I might have felt like it. Maybe. (Why do I always feel teary at things like this? What is WRONG with me?)
The day was mostly meltdown and tantrum free. I say mostly because there is NEVER a day that goes by with a one-year-old and two-year-old that is tantrum-free. There were lots of age-appropriate activities and carny food and overpriced Thomas collectibles. But the arm and a leg that we spent on the tickets, souvenirs, and food was worth every penny.
Even Ella had fun. “Look Mommy! I’m going to put all these little pieces of germ covered Thomas paraphernalia in my mouth and work on building my immunity.”
The only thorn in my side about our Day Out With Thomas experience was that I was not in charge of taking pictures and therefore I don’t have a decent picture of Carson with Thomas. In case you were wondering, the “photographer” in charge was the only other adult in my immediate family. *HUFF*
Why didn’t the ”photographer” get THOMAS in the freaking picture WITH Carson??? Isn’t that the POINT of having your picture made WITH Thomas??? Who would take such a DUMB picture! *HUFF!!!*
Next year, when we go back, I’ll try not to tear up AND I’ll be the photographer (hopefully with my new camera.) (Camera details coming tomorrow…I hope.)
