It's so bizarre every time we re-enter civilization proper. Not that we're living in igloos with manmade fire up in Alaska, but you know, roads that are larger than two lanes. Thousands of cars. And shopping that involves more than Walmart.
Options. So many options.
And so. Much. To. Do.
We started the morning with Cam and I walking up the block to the new(ish) Elementary school and playing on a new playground. Even that brought joy to us.
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| A cowboy in his natural habitat |
After that and a quick walk to Starbucks to get some sustenance, we spent some quality time at Grandpa Hank's house, listening to stories of life in the 1930s while the kids spend hours listening to Abbot and Costello on Grandpa's "retro" cassette player, which they think is literally the coolest ancient artifact since the Nintendo Gamecube.
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| Grandpa Hank, 91 years young. |
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| Grandpa's Korean War era dog tags. |
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| It's like a museum at his house |
After Grandpa settled in for the afternoon, we took the boys to the majestic, the coveted, TARGET.
The boys went nuts, oozing over the toy section, delighted over seeing more than one available Lego set for sale in the world, amazed at the entire wall of matchbox cars.
We walked out much poorer but satisfied.
Good thing it only happens once or twice a year.
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