My 12-year-old wore his t-shirt from Oz today.
“I love that t-shirt,” his brother told him.
“Me too,” I said. “It reminds me of our trip!”
“It doesn’t even seem like that was on our trip.” One of the boys said. He was right. Kansas was one of the first places we stayed on our 3 week road trip last summer. It feels like a lifetime ago.
There’s no place like home, but we do miss our road trip. Even Kansas! Kansas was where we met the cutest little kitten. I don’t know what his actual family called him, but to us, he will always be little Pepper Jack.
When I was planning the trip, everyone said it didn’t matter which road I took through Kansas, they were all boring, all flat.
So I was surprised to see such beautiful rolling green hills.
We stopped in Oz, where everything was even greener.
We took pictures in the Oz museum.
I got close to one of my childhood nightmares… a FlyingMonkey!
I always thought the Flying Monkeys were scarier than the witch.
Come to think of it, we didn’t see many witches while we were in Kansas. I guess they hadn’t moved there yet.