Yee haw

Uncle Zach wanted to go to an old Western town.  Daddy said it was L-A-M-E, which I think spells "lion". 

Carson and I got put in jail.  I always knew that brother would get me into trouble.

At one point these boys came out into the street and shot guns and made really loud noises.  It was by far my least favorite thing.  I asked to go home, but no one would take me.  Mommy took me over to the playground where it was quieter.

Quieter, but you could still hear the loud booms.  Apparently Santa came to the "lion" town, but we didn't see Santa there.  We just saw a picture of Santa.

Look at me, I'm a miner.  I wanted to ride a burro, but the burros had to take a break for 3 hours, so I didn't get to ride one.  Before they took a break though, they took a giant poop right in the middle of the road.  Mommy says I should talk about poop, but when they are going to do it right there in public, I don't see why it is off limits to talk about.  I don't know which burro it was, but I'm going to blame George all the way.  Bert and Misty looked much more in control. 

Instead of riding the burro, Grandpa and I rode on the train.  He had so much fun.  That Grandpa sure does like trains!  The conductor's name was O'Reilley.  How cool is that?  I am Riley and he is "Oh Riley".  Sometimes I am "Oh Riley" or "No Riley" or "Riley Grotjohn".  It's nice to have different names.

After the train there was more shooting.  It made me sad, so mommy bought me some gummy worms.  Boy do I love me some gummy worms!  Yee haw.