Dam

A couple of weeks ago we went to go look at Christmas lights as a family. This means that seven of us piled into our seven passenger minivan. Apparently they use very small people when measuring how many passengers a vehicle can hold because the three kids in the back row couldn't move their arms the whole time.

We went out to a small community that surrounds a lake that is known for being a good place to see impressive light displays. One house in particular impressed the kids. It had life-sized mannequins of Santa and Mrs. Claus waving at us from the bay window. Meyson was actually kind of freaked out by their "psycho-like" movements, but the rest of us enjoyed it.

Moving on, we weaved through some more streets, crossed the dam, and checked out every display we could find. It was then that Brianna asked if we could go back and see the house with the Santa in the window again. I was driving but couldn't remember exactly where we had seen that house, so I asked, "Was it before or after the dam?" To which she replied, "Umm...I don't know..." No biggie, I knew we would probably run into it again on accident anyway.

We continued on and came back to the dam to cross back over and go home when Brianna yells from the backseat, "Ohhhh, this dam thing!!!" followed by, "What? Why are you guys laughing? What happened?"

We're lucky I didn't drive off that dam thing.