It’s funny: only my second Father’s Day, and already we all forgot what date it was. I suppose I should have been tipped by William and company asking us all to come out to Sturbridge for the day. But I really thought of Father’s Day as the next weekend, not so early on the 18th.
Not quite what I would have thought of, but it turned out to be better weather than it might have: the forecast seemed miserably hot, but it was just plain very warm. Wm & Lydia and the kids, plus Mim & Dud drove up, and we drove down, and were all pleasantly surprised when we realized that they had a Father’s Day special: all fathers got in for half price!
As expected, we didn’t see as much history – Roxanne’s favorite by far were the animals. The bull (the ring in the nose was a giveaway, I suppose, along with the horns), pigs, sheep (hot!), goats, and especially the chickens. The bonus with the chickens is that they run around the open barn, right past you! Exciting, but also a little scary when they’re almost as tall as you are. We did well: we only overstayed her energy threshold by about a half-hour. Getting in the car wasn’t too fun, but she did take a good nap on the drive home.
Various random factors did end up having us go down to my grandparent’s place on the island the next weekend though, which is another of the things I wanted to do for Father’s Day. But that’s the subject of another post later.
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