We got to ride in the dining car, with tables and chairs. The boys especially liked chanting, "Push, Thomas, push!" to help Thomas push us out of the station.
I wish I had stepped in front of their official photographer dude to get a better picture but I didn't. And I may have caved and bought them a new train car in the gift shop but I could not, in good conscience, buy the official photo for over $20. Not. Even.
They got to meet Sir Topham Hatt! I thought that one or both of the boys would freak out and run away from him but instead they both gave high fives and hugs. Yay!
Golfers, we aren't. Which is why I couldn't help Garrett hold his golf club correctly at all. He's a leftie which complicates it even further. If/when he wants to learn how to golf, he'll have to ask his Papa. You've been warned, sir.
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