Took the kids to Roaring Camp today to ride the 100 year old steam locomotive through the Santa Cruz mountains. (Have been geeked about the vintage thing lately, so sorry if I'm boring you. But I thought appropriate here since this is a vintage train.)
The last time Zach was here was when my parents brought him to ride Thomas the Tank Engine (Which btw, is coming soon if you are interested.) He has outgrown the need to see Thomas, but he still held that boyish curiosity for anything that has wheels, makes noise, etc. 
Fortunately he had his Papa (who had spent some time working around trains) with him to explain how everything worked...what each whistle, sound, and toot meant. (I now know that a "highball" is not just some fancy name for a drink.)
Michaela, on the otherhand, sat between me and her Grammy and proceeded to "borrow" my sunglasses for the trip.
While looking hip, she spent most of her time snoozing on her Grammy's lap. Yep, that's a bit pre-teen'ish.
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