Larkin is in love with trains.
There is a train that runs across a HUGE open field more than a mile away from our house, but if Larkin hears it's whistle she makes me run outside and down the sidewalk to the place where we can (barely) see it as we stand in the cold in our pajamas and bare feet.
Based on said love affair with choo-choos, it was only natural that on a drizzly cold Saturday we would take a field trip to the train museum in Sacramento.
(our little engineer)