We went to Bart yesterday and watched the trains for a little bit. The ticket agent was a little leery when I explained that the three of us only wanted to watch the trains and could we please get in without paying, but he let us in and we watched. It was Daly City Bart, so it was fairly busy for a weekend. It was a sunny, warm day and we could see the buses and taxis and cars below as well. Afterwards, we went to the tank museum, but all I could see with you running, hopping and spinning was an accident with all the sharp metal corners of the tanks. We walked to the little train and looked at the buildings which seemed to be falling into a state of disrepair, the toy staircase on one was collapsed and there were cobwebs and tiny bits of rust on the others. It seemed a little sad and it didn't feel right, so I wanted to leave. Your dad said okay, which was nice of him, since he could easily stay there all day. We went to eat and sat outside and you even managed to sit in the chair (albeit sliding back and forth and sticking your legs and part of your body through the sides) until we finished. We drove back and the sun was in your eyes, you covered your eyes with your hands like you do when you're hiding from us.
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