The kids are both sick as dogs, but Daddy managed to get Alex out of the house for a Gemma-free afternoon...praise jesus. We took a walk down to the east passyunk car show, and it was the best decision ever. Alex LOVED it. We looked at every single car they had at the event. Every engine, every tire, every interior, every head light, every tail light, every steering wheel. Alex found one that was his size and wanted to buy it. He recognized every car that he has in his matchbox collection. He kept his hands at his side and never touched one of them...even though sometimes he was close enough to lick it...much discipline and respect.
We stopped mid-way down the stretch for pizza and beer, but he insisted we continue. We walked all the way to broad street, which is almost 3 miles from our house. We refueled with some ice cream and took a cab home...also a big hit because we got one of the new cabs with a TV in the back.
