So, after stuffing onto the train (see previous post) in the City, once we got further into the suburbs the seats started thinning out and we got to have our own seats. Bryce was very casual, though he was still a bit in awe.
Daddy, who all these people? Why they sitting in our car? And what up with lack of seatbelts. Definite safety hazzard.
That Door over there keeps opening and closing and people keep getting on and off. When will it be our turn? Maybe I feel motion sick and want to barf in your lap.
So, after stuffing onto the train (see previous post) in the City, once we got further into the suburbs the seats started thinning out and we got to have our own seats. Bryce was very casual, though he was still a bit in awe.
Daddy, who all these people? Why they sitting in our car? And what up with lack of seatbelts. Definite safety hazzard.
That Door over there keeps opening and closing and people keep getting on and off. When will it be our turn? Maybe I feel motion sick and want to barf in your lap.
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