Another Little Manism

Yesterday my parents, the kids, and I drove to Arkansas to see part of our family for Christmas. We told Little Man a few days in advance that we were going, and, while he wasn't sure what a trip to Arkansas actually entailed, the promise and excitement of an adventure were almost more than he could bear. Well, the trip was a good one, with family, food, and, of course, presents. A lot of fun, but nothing too exciting, nothing too out of the ordinary. Lots of time in the car. When we arrived back home, Little Man ran to his daddy (who had to stay in town to work) and said, "Daddy, we went to Arkansas, and it was fun!" Then a very confused, very concerned, and somewhat sad look came across his face, and he said, "but we didn't see any great big, giant saws."