He loved the strawberry milkshake! (Who doesn’t?) BUT after he finished his drink, we had to listen to him beg, plead, cry, and beg some more for “mo milkshaaaaaaaakkke!” all the way to Toronto. And after a nearly sleepless night in a hotel (kidlets get way too excited about sleeping in a strange room!) we had to go over the whole thing again at breakfast the next morning. That kid just won’t give up! Loves his milkshakes. Apparently.
We ended our little vacation on a much more relaxed note by camping with the youth group Brian had been leading for the past year. It was a great way to end the year with all the teens and their families. And there were no milkshakes.