Thomas, Percy, where are you?

That is what we heard most of the time at the Train Museum, along with Mavis, Gordon, Edward and others. We went to a little trolley museum that Riley could have cared less about. The only redeeming factor was that there was a huuuuge train table that Riley had a lot of fun with. As with every other place that we take him, we had to drag him out screaming bloody murder, him not us...although the thought did cross our minds.