This weekend was so nice, I decided to take the boys to Zilker, right when we got there the train was pulling away.
None of us had risen it before, so we hopped on. Thatcher wanted to be a big boy and refused to sit in my lap, only on the seat like his big brother. He even kept pushing my arm and hand away when I wrapped it around him.
Arlo's biggest concern was if there would be a tunnel. He loved fearing the thing. Think it was related to a Planes scene where Dusty tries to fly through a tunnel and nearly head ons a train.