So, what do you do with two newly-minted 4 year olds after their memorable birthday supper. If you’re Aunt Karin and me, and the 4-year-olds have both had a long and late afternoon nap, you pile into one car and head for the [1] [3] CN Tower. If you were someone else, you might check first to see if the [2] [4] [6] Blue Jays were playing in order to avoid the traffic jam but then you probably wouldn’t take two 4-year-olds out past their bedtime if you were that practical.

In any case, we found a place to park just across from the [1] [3] CN Tower and found the elevator we needed since the kids had chosen the stroller option. Who wouldn’t? Kids 4 and under enter for free and so it seemed a great deal at what is otherwise an expensive attraction. We’ll have to be sure to go back before Reid’s birthday next year just to save the money on *her* admission. Reid was definitely not impressed with the winds on the external observation deck. She wasn’t at all interested in looking down at the lights of the city. Dylan, on the other hand, looked down, out and all around. He posed for pictures and talked about all he was taking in. We were able to hear the cheers of the folks at the [2] [4] [6] Blue Jays game, which was pretty cool since it doesn’t seem to be common that Jays fans have something to cheer about. (Go, [5] Tigers!)

Once back inside, both Reid and Dylan spent lots of time dancing on, lying on and looking through the glass floor. I contented myself with taking pictures and staying well away from the glass. Logically, I know that the plexiglass is several inches thick and able to support 14 hippos but my fear of heights is more primal that logical.

After a leisurely exploration of the observation deck and a rush to find a bathroom for Dylan, we joined the line to go back to earth. The kids were so patient in waiting that you’d never believe it was as late as it was. I won’t tell you exactly *how* late since Ken and Melissa (and maybe Roy) will read this ;+) The line moved more quickly than I expected and soon we were in the gift shop looking for a hat for Uncle Dave. Sadly our search was unsuccessful.

Our departure coincided with the end of the [2] [4] [6] Blue Jays game. You were expecting that, right? Dylan and Reid listened to [7] Thomas the Tank Engine stories on cd while Aunt Karin and I discussed the selfishness of drivers who block 2 lanes of traffic, how to navigate using only the tourist map and the state of the world (or at least the lives and times of various relatives). Reid declared that she would ride to the hotel with Dylan and Aunt Karin while I drove alone in our car from the mall where we’d left it. The kids were tired when we got to the hotel but not too tired to ride on the luggage cart with Dylan and Aunt Karin’s bags. Not surprisingly, we all fell asleep quickly and slept in the next morning.