The first thing we did after arriving in Indiana was a resounding round of mini-golf at the Richmond KOA.
We woke up to Father’s Day and Scott was faced with a choice: The Children’s Museum of Indianapolis or Lincoln’s home in Springfield, Illinois. Well, the pediatrician shockingly chose the museum, and the kids yelled, “Happy Father’s Day!” a lot louder.
The Children’s Museum was the most amazing, shaming-of-all-other-museums, place I’ve ever taken my kids.
And it was time to move on to another state.