Trains, Planes and... Elevators

Saturday. We decided to take Greyson to the airport by BART. Whenever we drive around Daly City and he sees the BART, he'll call it out to me, "Mama! BART train!" He was so excited when we told him he was actually going to ride it. We took the BART south, then switched to the Airtrain, got off at the International terminal and rode escalators, elevators and moving walkways. It was every little boy's vehicular dreamland. Both father and son had a fabulous time. I, on the other hand, was bored out of my mind. It must be a guy thing.