The best laid plans often fall apart just to create an opportunity for even better plans - that's my new aphorism, and I'm sticking with it. Today the boys and I (and friend D) were supposed to go watch some period World War II aircraft flying at Paine Field's
Flying Heritage Collection. The boys were very excited, talking about it for the past few days, and even as we got ready this morning. Alas, the weather didn't cooperate, the flights were scrubbed, and I was racking my brain for other activities, even going so far as to try to find the closest parks to the runways at SeaTac airport.
Then Meh headed to work, and from the road called us to report that she'd just passed a sign indicating there was a car show featuring a life-sized Tow Mater from the
Cars movies. I checked it out online, and knew we had our alternate activity lined up. D drove to our house and we all headed out, still with no real idea what to expect. When we arrived, we were asked if we were there for the show or to spectate. While our Highlander is a fabulously functional vehicle, I'm not sure it was particularly car show worthy - but anyway, we parked as spectators. As I struggled to get the boys to hold hands walking through the parking lot, an electric golf cart pulled up and the driver asked if we wanted a ride. The boys didn't even wait for me to answer, piling onto the "big white car!" for the drive up to the show.
The show (and the church whose lot it was hosted in) turned out to be enormous, with perhaps five or six angle-park rows of classic and contemporary cars. There was even a giant blue truck cab (O made a beeline for it and tried to climb aboard, but the first step up was taller than his head), and a classic '50s car with both a fake drive-in tray (with a fake burger, fries, and chocolate ice cream cone that drew O's attention) and a wacky engine-mounted rotating tray featuring roller skater figurines and a model of the car itself. But the headline for the trip was definitely Mater himself. The boys did a great job waiting for our turn (thankfully there was only one family ahead of us), then climbed all over Mater's hood; we got a fabulous photo of the three of us, then got out of the way for others to get their pictures taken. But the front of the truck nicely screens the rest of the car, so first the boys climbed into the cab and steered/shifted gears (I quickly checked to make sure that, yes, the car's wheels were firmly secured) and then into the back with the winch and pulley. They had a fabulous time, which we then capped off with a trip to their favorite
sushi-go-round for lunch.
The best laid plans often fall apart just to create an opportunity for even better plans - that's my new aphorism, and I'm sticking with it. Today the boys and I (and friend D) were supposed to go watch some period World War II aircraft flying at Paine Field's Flying Heritage Collection. The boys were very excited, talking about it for the past few days, and even as we got ready this morning. Alas, the weather didn't cooperate, the flights were scrubbed, and I was racking my brain for other activities, even going so far as to try to find the closest parks to the runways at SeaTac airport. 
Then Meh headed to work, and from the road called us to report that she'd just passed a sign indicating there was a car show featuring a life-sized Tow Mater from the Cars movies. I checked it out online, and knew we had our alternate activity lined up. D drove to our house and we all headed out, still with no real idea what to expect. When we arrived, we were asked if we were there for the show or to spectate. While our Highlander is a fabulously functional vehicle, I'm not sure it was particularly car show worthy - but anyway, we parked as spectators. As I struggled to get the boys to hold hands walking through the parking lot, an electric golf cart pulled up and the driver asked if we wanted a ride. The boys didn't even wait for me to answer, piling onto the "big white car!" for the drive up to the show.
The show (and the church whose lot it was hosted in) turned out to be enormous, with perhaps five or six angle-park rows of classic and contemporary cars. There was even a giant blue truck cab (O made a beeline for it and tried to climb aboard, but the first step up was taller than his head), and a classic '50s car with both a fake drive-in tray (with a fake burger, fries, and chocolate ice cream cone that drew O's attention) and a wacky engine-mounted rotating tray featuring roller skater figurines and a model of the car itself. But the headline for the trip was definitely Mater himself. The boys did a great job waiting for our turn (thankfully there was only one family ahead of us), then climbed all over Mater's hood; we got a fabulous photo of the three of us, then got out of the way for others to get their pictures taken. But the front of the truck nicely screens the rest of the car, so first the boys climbed into the cab and steered/shifted gears (I quickly checked to make sure that, yes, the car's wheels were firmly secured) and then into the back with the winch and pulley. They had a fabulous time, which we then capped off with a trip to their favorite sushi-go-round for lunch.
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