When Abraham was about three months old, we took the boys to Fairy Tale Town in Sacramento. We finally made it back last Sunday. The Sherwood Forest section was closed for renovation, which made it seem much smaller than I remembered, but my oldest the last time was the age of my youngest now, so the size of the stride of my sons is a good bit larger.
At that point, we had never thought about moving to a farm, so the tractor was an attraction.
Now, it's just a way to look good.
But, really, what a charming place. A slide in the shape of a shoe (there was an old woman who lived in a shoe).
A hippopotamus drinking fountain, apropos of nothing.
Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water.
The cheese stands alone.
Dorothy wants to return to Oz.
Dorothy has good friends.
And the pirate ship of Captain Hook.
With a plank that ends in sharks.
Joe followed the yellow brick road.
And he sat on a turtle in the little garden, with plants from A to Z.
An incredible wishing well. I wish I had one at my house: drop the coins in a slot on the side, and they would roll in a beautiful arc around and around, gradually going faster and faster until they were flying. We tried one penny, then two at a time, then two right after the other. It was a dance, and we watched until we ran out of coins.
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