I told Adrian that he was going to get a Christmas gift early. On that Christmas gift would be a clue of what we were going to do for the day.
This is him grinning ear to ear.
His sister was right by, looking cute.
Off we go. We arrive. He's shocked to be at the 'station'. All it is is a little antique trolley museum around the corner from us. It had 'Disney' type magical feel in his book.
It did look mighty fancy, this restored 1924 trolley.
He checks for his tickets, holds onto those tight. The conductor offers him a chance to step on the warning bell and to blow the whistle.
Here he is...all by himself...waiting for the conductor.
While someone was squealing close by.
He's not going to miss the conductor collecting these tickets, let me tell you.
But he's serious. Unwavering. He has an agenda.
He proudly offered them up.