We got up early to visit a Farmer's Market we'd heard about, near Pete's sister's house.
It was cold. Hot chocolate was good...
Restrooms, even port-a-pottys, still hold an attraction for Dan. I have to share, though, that he recently said, "Mom, I'm mostly over my restroom obsession. Mostly..."
Sure, it was cold. But ice cream is ice cream. And a free taste is a free taste...
Did I mention that it was right next to the train tracks? Yes, several happy boys.
The best part was the fresh-baked white chocolate bread. Oh. My. G-d. I'd have taken a photo of it, but taking a photo of it was not a possibility as we were devouring it.
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