Emily asked Fin (the oldest) what his dream would be...
"To go to Union Station, Miss Emily!"
So we did.
(His EYES! Oh my....)
Emily invited me along, and although I had high hopes of getting lots of work done that day...
I caved in.
(Meanwhile, Fin learned a fabulous way to get a great reaction from the girls.)
Lines, light, and cute squishy penguins.
That's the stuff that dreams are made of.
But don't forget Union Station.
That's what little boys dream of too.