The 26th we drove to "my ole Kentucky home" (insert Stephens Collins Foster song.)
It was a long trip for Sister and Brother.
But oh-so-worth it. The boy got gifts galore. Especially of the destructive nature. Below he's posing with the ever coveted nerf battle mace. Uncle Michael gave him a sweet army backpack. (Not pictured: BB gun and suped-up sling shot.)
We went to the Lexington Children's Museum with cousins.
Sister mostly watched.
Enjoying cocoa at Cracker Barrel.
The loot: more nerf. Can a boy have too much? He doesn't think so.
Papa gave him some cash for memorizing "The Lady of Shallot" (I'll post a video later) so he bought two foam shields and can't wait for the next playdate.
But the very best?