"Phin, we're here! This is Apple Hill!"
"Mommy, what'd you say?"
"We're at Apple Hill!"
"No! No, this isn't Apple Hill. No!"
"Uh, yeah, this is it." Crap. "This is Apple Hill!"
"No Mama! This, this, we not at Apple Hill!"
Poor kid was expecting a giant Apple Hill. James and the Giant Peach style, but bigger. And you know, an apple.
Vovo pacified him with a giant, but not hill sized, chocolate and caramel covered marshmallow on a stick. Yeah, we let him have that for less than a minute. And he rode a horse, a pony, which fufilled a Momma dream for me. Fun was had by all!
Gray slept most of the day but he ate when he was hungry and was cuddled by many loved ones. So I'm sure he had a pretty sweet day himself.
The whole weekend was pretty fabulous. Living the dream.
