If It's Monday This Must Be Boston....

Our dear friends, the Stewart's, left DC for parts north (Phily, NY and Boston) before returning tomorrow to their home in California. I think they had a great trip, even after the Metro tried to eat Ryan. Yes, the Stewart clan arrived at our home after Day 2 of sightseeing with quite the story to share.

Seems some of the Metro drivers don't check whether everyone is aboard (or even close) before slamming shut the doors. Rod and Ryan, 8, were the first to board (holding hands) when the doors closed on Rod's wrist, trapping Ryan inside the car (no they weren't running for the car or trying to squeeze in, the driver just decided to leave the station). Rod, a fireman, had to use his foot to pry open the doors far enough to extract his hand before the train took off. FORTUNATELY, some very kind strangers signaled that they would return Ryan (who was at this point crying for his mom) back to the same platform after an unscheduled one-stop trip. So our hero parents didn't have to panic too much, but I tell ya, a real cautionary tale for those of us who travel the rails regularly with very small kids. Sometimes even holding hands isn't enough with those boneheads at the switch. Shiver.

I managed to tag along on a little of the sightseeing (did you know they have a National Treasure tour at Mount Vernon?) with the sweaty band before they left for Phily. Harry was sad to see 16-year-old Katie go. But when asked who he now misses most, he say it's Katie's mom Michelle. I'm giving him points for refined taste.

Come back soon guys. We miss you already.