Polar Express

We trekked up to good 'ole Heber on Brads bday for the Polar Express. We had a good time despite the oven we sat in for about an hour and a half. It was so damn hot in that train, Presley literally undressed herself. She was rubbing the sweat off the window & licking it. She was thrilled to see Santa athough she shy'd (is that even a word??) up when he asked her what she wanted for christmas. She almost hyperventilated. She loved the bell. She loved the train conductor punching her ticket. We watched the movie on the way up. We watched the movie on the way back. I am still singing "hot, hot, hot chocolate!!" in my head.