My favorite part was when we had lunch. I picked out a buffalo chicken wrap that had to be the worst one I've ever eaten. It was cold and mushy and when I said so, Helena came right back with, "It's Columbus Daddy. What did you expect?" I still have no idea why she said that, but it cracks me up every time I think about it.
By the time we came back and ate dinner, we were both wiped out. Exactly how a good day should end.
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