a day at Tweetsie and a flashback

The day at Tweetsie started like any other.  We rode the train, went to Country Fair, and of course took in the "dancin' girls" show.  P and C both think that Miss Sapphire looks like our friend Miss Casey, so P had his picture taken with Diamond Lil and her girls so he could present Miss Casey with photographic evidence of his findings.

For a change of pace, when the boys asked to look in a train store we usually skip right over, we agreed.  C was enthralled with the Chuggington wooden trains {which, apparently, are very different from the Thomas and Friends wooden trains and tracks we curently own}.  He asked us to put this two level roundhouse on his Christmas list.  After we had played and played and window shopped and played some more, we decided it was time to head for the hills.  Wait, we were in the hills.  We decided it was time to head for home.

But nature intervened, because at the entrance/exit of the store, the cute girl working the shop found a frog.  And she picked it up to show the boys, who were instantly in love and asked for a turn to hold it.  {This is the flashback portion of the post, because when I was a kid I loved frogs.  I was looking for them and catching them and playing with them.  Those frogs and I all enjoyed it, except I bet those frogs probably only enjoyed the release portion of the event.}  So the boys held the frog and tried to pet the frog and then P accidentally dropped the frog and it got scared and wet the pavement and C was so excited he couldn't stand it.  For days afterward he told people, "P scared a frog by accident and it peed!!!!"  He still brings it up sometimes.  {Here endeth the flashback, because while a lot of frogs did use my hands as their own personal toilet, I always hoped they wouldn't rather than thinking peeing frogs were "the coolest thing ever!" as P and C did.}  So I decided the poor frog was traumatized enough and we bid him adieu and watched him hop away, hopefully back to his family for a rest.

Before exiting the park, we all shared a funnel cake.  P decided he liked these earlier in the season and it has become our go to treat.  C sometimes calls it funnel cake, but he usually calls it pie.  Now you'll know what to serve if C asks you for pie.  You're welcome.

We finished our snack, drove home, and headed to our friends' house for dinner at their annual Flag Day Fest!