We made our annual pilgrimage to the train exhibit at our local nature center this week. Except we might have to go back because Jack was at school when we went and he loves him some train exhibit.
Quinn also loves train exhibits, so although there wasn’t any running around trying to keep my children from climbing on the tracks (like last year with Jack), there was a lot of grinning and studious watching.
There was also some chatting up of the ladies.
Quinn watched the trains for a long time and then said he wanted to go home. I pointed out that there were tracks he hadn’t even seen yet on the other side of the room, so he wandered over to the opposite walkway, where I watched him from the bench on which I sat.
I tell you, it’s a different story going somewhere with Quinn and going somewhere with Sam, Jack, and Quinn. Just Quinn is kind of restful.
Anyway, once he got to the other side of the room, I watched him trying to chat with one of the men who is with the train group that sets up the exhibit. The man would listen for a minute, then he would sidle away. Then Quinn would follow him. And talk some more. Then the man would sidle away.
Eventually the man started talking to a woman who was taking photographs of the trains. Evidently this woman was more willing to chat because Quinn immediately switched allegiances and started talking to her.
The woman would take a few photos in one place, then move to another spot, sit down, and take more photos. Quinn would follow her and then sit down criss-cross-applesauce right next to her. She would take some photos and then show them to him on her camera screen.
She was smiling too, so I figured he wasn’t bugging her too much.
And then he took some of his own photos with my camera. Here are a couple of examples. I hope the woman’s photos were better.
We’re thinking that instead of going back here, we might take them to the bigger train exhibit in DC this weekend instead. I’m a little afraid though that Quinn’s head might just explode from joy. Jack’s too, probably.