We also ate some apple streudel that tasted like an entirely different food from what they call streudel at the grocery store. Holy cow. We split it 4 ways and were still swooning over it on our way back to the train.
"Mommy, train!" says the boy. "Mommmmmeeeee! Choo choo! Choo choo!" says the girl. (Yes, she picked out that hat. Why?)
Here the girl and I are next to the manger scene. That's not a camel in downtown Chicago. Those are only in the suburbs.She has perfected her riding-on-shoulder technique. She gently holds onto the side of my face, rather than trying to direct me using my hair like the rat in Ratatouille.
Who don't we have complicated feelings about? Our friends from Geneva. Look how cute their girls are!