We were on our way to the museum over the weekend to see what else, the trains. The plan was to meet Grandma and Grandpa, as well as Uncle A. and E.M. We went despite the meteorologists' dire predictions of possible mayhem due to the first real winter storm of the season. This storm ended up consisting of two or three inches of snow and then heavy rain. While the roads WERE dicey for about an hour, we made it there just fine. And got to look at trains in relative solitude. This was good, for chancing a prime weekend time for visiting a highly popular Christmas experience is also chancing a grumpy Daddy, who doesn't really like crowds (or other people's children). Disappointingly, the permanent exhibit of trains/Cincinnati scene was closed for repairs, causing O. to despair that the "one where you push the button" was off limits. Do you think they should still be able to charge full price when half of a museum is closed?
Anyway, on the way there, we were telling O. who was going to be there: Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle A. and Aunt E.M. will be there too. You can start calling her Aunt E. if you want, because she's going to be your aunt! O. crinkled his nose at this idea. "No, she is NOT going to be a bug!"