Williamsburg-Day 3

Alternately titled: I'm the worst American ever

Ok, probably not the worst, but not great.  I love my country.  I am grateful that I live here in the United States.  I'm a patriotic person...I support our troops and am sincerely thankful for the sacrifices they and their families have made and are still making.  However, when it comes to our nation's history...I get a big, fat fail.  I just can't get into it.  I've never liked history.  Much to my history teacher brother's dismay, I cannot name the first five presidents or tell you for sure who was on what side in which war.  I didn't even know colonial Williamsburg was more than a replica.  "You mean, this is actually where the real colonial Williamsburg was?"  As hubby just shakes his head.  I was about as interested in DC as C was.  And the best part of my day at colonial Williamsburg was my root beer, followed closely by getting on the bus to take us back to our car.  Like I said, not the worst, but not great either.   

Meltdown. 

Some kid had some cars that he chose not to share with C.  I really felt like saying, "Well, now you know how it feels for other kids when you won't share with them."  Ok, so I did say that...exactly.  It didn't help, obviously.

But, pointing out all the giant piles of horse poop on the street certainly did!  We just started pointing and yelling, "Horse poop!"  Yep, he thought that was hilarious.  Hey, you do what you can when you, I mean when your kid, is bored!