He Doth Not Protest MeThinks

We paid a visit to the capital building of Wisconsin last month.  It's in Madison, ya know.

I can recite all fifty states alphabetically.  Actually, I can sing all fifty states alphabetically, to the tune of "Chicken in the Straw".  But, I digress.

We were visiting the capital building to learn a little bit about history, to marvel at the architecture, and oh yes, the most important reason - to see the choo-choo train under the capital Christmas tree. Because that, my friends, is how we roll with a train-obessed toddler.

When we entered the building we heard singing, it turns out that there was a peaceful protest taking place in the rotunda.  People were gathered around the Christmas tree singing protest songs.  The model train was chugging along in their midst.

We were about to leave without paying a visit to the train, when our little monkey spied it circling around the tree.  Once he saw that train there was no way that we were going to be able to convince the child to leave.  And so, in order to prevent a not-so-peaceful protest and potential toddler riot, I did what any desperate parent on the verge of toddler Armageddon would do.  I marched that little maniac monkey right through the crowd and sat him down in front of the tree to look at the train.  Right smack in the middle of a protest.

And there he sat, with the freedom of speech being exercised all around him and the joy of train in his heart.

Completely oblivious to the cares of this world.

Hugs,

Melissa