A Day Out With Mr. Potts

You can't go wrong with a picture that involves three very adorable boys, a sunny day and a half dilapidated bridge, although these days half-dilapidated, rusted, broken, etc is referred to as a positive thing known as "shabby chic." My shabby chic picture came out perfect and the day was pretty darn close too. We all loaded up in the car and made up our own song to the noises it made and came up with a catchy little tune. Then we picked up Mr. Potts (aka Reece) and headed to the park to feed the ducks and climb on various jungle gyms. After running around and getting sandy then sweaty, then sandy again we jumped back into our musical mobile, which amazingly had turned into a ship and trolled down the Blackwater River where we got to see a mama duck with two brand new fluffy baby chicks.
We threw some old bread I had brought just for the occasion and watched them gobble it up. Our old ship came to a bend in the river and it morphed into a flying machine and flew to the nearest
Tom Thumb which any good Truly
Scrumptious knows has the biggest selection of cold Tummy Ticklers and Belly Washers this side of Bagdad. One Scooby Doo, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Tasmanian Devil later, Mr. Potts and his crew set off for home. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang we love you.