My second day trip with the kids was to Windsor Castle, and I was grateful for the long, peaceful stretch of the M4 in between our pub/hotel in Swindon and the town of Windsor. It allowed me to relax my death-grip on the steering wheel, and we even went so far as to turn on the radio, since I didn't need utter silence to drive in a long, (relatively) straight stretch. Hallelujah!
When we got to Windsor, though, the radio went off, the death-grip returned, and I spazzed as I tried to follow our written directions to the castle. I made a couple of wrong turns and ended up at Legoland instead. My kids were thrilled, and I was just happy to see a big, wide parking lot. So I told them we could stretch our legs by checking out the Lego Hotel and asking for directions inside.
Noah was quick to whip out his new iTouch and snap a few photos of his own.
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