American capitalism at it's finest.

I just spend the better part of the day in Flint Michigan at the Crossroads Village and Huckleberry Railroad where a "Day out with Thomas" was going on. For those of you without children ages 2-7, Thomas the Tank Engine is a whole empire which drains the pocketbooks of American mothers who's child just MUST have the latest and greatest train additions to the plethora of train sets available, not to mention the t-shirts, underwear, bedding, swimsuits, toys, dinnerware, electronics, music cd's, DVD's, books, etc. (of which we have most of...sigh.)

For the record, I have resisted the Day out with Thomas for a couple of years now because I didn't want to be surrounded with hundreds of wild-child-animals who flock to this tour that the capitalist Thomas the Tank Engine bastards arrange every summer. I succumbed to the gravitational Thomas pull because Beast #2 WORSHIPS Thomas. He sleeps with various trains of Thomas every night. Worships I tell you. Soooooooooooooo, being the excellent mother that I am, I approached DH and sucked him into this hell, ordered the tickets ($18 each I might add..jebus) and off we went. Here are the results:
















One of the workers at the petting area told DH that if he put his cheek to the fence, the Alpaca would "kiss" him. I cannot believe he actually did it!




I couldn't resist putting this one together!