Waiting for the Front Runner
We missed the train we were aiming for, but it was for the best. The machine wouldn't take my card, so I had to visit the ATM and the gas station to break my $20 because that ticket machine gives your change back in Sacajawea coins & nobody wants that. (have you felt my purse?)
Seated comfortably with Bug Juice in hand.
Next stop was the Trax.
My problem with confined public places is I stare at people and I think about their stories.
You know: girl on her own, stripping to pay for law school, that sorta thing.
Canyon picked out her bear and was ready to fill it.
Canyon was the cotton controller
The lady let her pick out a heart for her bear and told her to rub it and make a wish
Bath time was next
Outside the store
$27 later, ballet shoes, bows, Hello Kitty undies and all.
Pizza
Canyon & her new friend - Claira
The ride home was pretty packed (rush hour)
every time someone walked by looking for a seat, she'd put her feet on the seat next to her. She cracks me up.
She fell asleep on the way home, which was good because my ears needed a rest. Most people wouldn't know it, but that girl can talk...& talk & talk & talk.
We had a blast and I can't wait to do it again. I think the summer is a better option for me though.
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