So Sis and hers are going to visit the Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village the weekend that Mom and I are away. And I couldn't be happier -- I love the place, and the kiddies are the perfect age for Greenfield, and in particular, the Greatest Playground in the World there.
Anyway, checking out the dates, it turns out that it's one of the weekends where the Village will be visited by a certain Thomas.
The boy is going to lose his fucking mind.
It's a spicy meatball, of course, on top of already spicy meatball admission, but it's not like they can visit the Village, see Thomas racing around, and not go for a ride. If they don't, the boy is going to lose his fucking mind, but in an altogether different, worse way.
Completely lose his shit. Going to blow his tiny mind.