To help pass the time, we played the CD from our Musikgarten class. Wesley joins in with some tambourine.
Crossing into Texas, I think I remarked about how the state smells like cows. Turned out to be a cattle truck about a half-mile ahead of us.We arrived safely at Miss Heather's house, and everyone was happy to finally be out of the truck. The boys ran around the cul-de-sac with some neighborhood children for a while, then we all headed in for the night.