Scattered Thoughts . . .

Lukey and I were running some trains in the train room on Saturday when I spotted one of Sheila's old photo albums sitting on a shelf in the corner of the room under some trains I have displayed. This album was one of Sheila's old albums which is home to all her old photos of Disney vacations with her children going back about 15 years... a time when Liza, Lukey and Kenzie's mommy, was a young child herself... I thought to myself, "Hmmmm... they might like looking at this..." I quickly realized that Lukey and Kenzie probably would have difficulty picking out their mom in these ancient photos as well as a young Uncle Adam so I pulled the album down off the shelf and handed it to Lukey. I explained that these are Gee's photos and he should not play with this book alone and, as I carefully handed Lukey the album, I added, "Here... bring this out to Gee and ask her to show you and Kenzie what is in here..." I believe all three of them enjoyed paging

Miss Mackenzie at the head of our table at The Munich Haus. While we were all out to dinner on Saturday night of our long train show weekend, our little Mackenzie created a new identity for herself... an alter ego... and, in the process, she invited us in for a more intimate glimpse of her own developing personality... During our more formal dinner out at a German Festhaus (I will write more about this dinner and Festhaus later), the 33 month old Kenzie asked to be taken to the potty. This polite and responsible request alone deserves some positive reinforcement but this is not the subject of this blog entry. The subject of this blog entry is about a little girl's imagination while in a land far from home and while in a rather noisy and unfamiliar cultural restaurant with her family... Liza quickly ushered Kenzie to the ladies room. While in the ladies room, a woman was taken with Miss Mackenzie's presence, behavior and personality and asked Kenzie for her name. Kenzie