Our trip to Bentleyville with the kindergartners from AJ's school started with a bus trip that we pretended was the Polar Express. In keeping with the story, we each got a ticket. One of the teachers then walked down the aisle, punching a pattern on each.
"What does mine say?" AJ asked as he looked at the newly punched holes.
The teacher, who was still within hearing range, couldn't hold in the laugh.
Looking out the bus windows as we drove along highway 61, after all the snow we've had the last couple weeks, it almost felt like we were on the Polar Express headed to the North Pole. It was very cold, but also, incredibly beautiful. Soon enough, we reached our destination:
We moved through the rest fairly quickly en route to the buses. AJ decided his favorite lights were the nutcrackers (that look more like toy soldiers to me) that guarded both ends of the final tunnel.
All in all we were there for an hour, which Jeff determined was the perfect length of time to see it all. It was especially fun to watch AJ interact with his classmates throughout the bus ride and tour.
I am so thankful to live in a community that offers these kinds of opportunities. To all the volunteers who made Bentleyville happen, not to mention the teachers who arranged the field trip - thank you. This was a great way to instill a feeling of holiday festivities in the entire family.
I am still laughing over the bum comment. I'm not so sure it's the 5 o'clock shadow as it is the paper bag he's holding in front of the fire. It looks like there's a bottle in there.
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