Riding the train to Frostberg, MD

I very much enjoyed my train ride. Reminded me of one
of my favorites, Thomas the Train.

Here Grandma and I are in front of the
vintage engine that took us over mountains
and in front of the waving farmer.

Looking at the engine from another
perspective.

I had . . . err . . . a little too much apple juice
in my excitement, and needed to let my
pants dry out for a while. Momma forgot
to pack extras. Here I am strolling in my
diaper alone.
1 Comments:
Oh man. Just...priceless. Dylan, you're the best.
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