We strolled up to expo only to find that um, there was a line for two city blocks to get in. This was precisely the moment that I started to worry that the day may not go as planned. I knew it was impossible for Mr. Pants to wait in that kind of line. I know that because he freaks his freak just waiting for me to get done peeing so that he can pretend to pee. He doesn't even have to pee. He just hates waiting that much. And I get that. He is my son after all. So Grandma Pants took our place at the back of this line of insanity while Pants and I went for a walk. Before we set out, I knew where we would end up. I let him lead the way. All the way back to the fire truck we'd seen on the drive in.
Thank the Universe for drummers and giant creepy leaves.
Because, just like that, our day at the expo ended with a smile.