Not wanting to drive F350 into the narrow streets of Quebec City, we parked at a local bus station and opted for a taxi into the city. As we cruised, April sat in the backseat with the boys and played referee as they went about bothering each other as much as they possibly could without getting reprimanded. After a particularly hard pinch, however, April separated the two with an invisible line and announced that "if they did not have anything nice to say, they were not to say anything at all."
The car was silent.
A few moments later, Max spoke up with a seemingly kind question:
Max: "Dad, how big is Andrew?"
Mark: "He's four feet tall, Max."
Max: "I have a riddle. What's four feet tall and never stops talking? Andrew, do you know?"
Thankfully, it was at that moment we pulled up to The Citadelle.
The Citadelle is the largest military fortification in North America and is still in active use. The official residence of the Canadian Monarch, the Governor General of Canada and home to the Royal 22nd Regiment.... it's got a lot going on. We were there at 10am sharp for the Changing of the Guard. Upon seeing the soldiers, Andrew went into a fit of glee.
Snacks in hand, we walked the streets and visited the Cathedral-Basilica of Notre Dame de Quebec and a lesser-known-but-far-more-impressive-to-a-certain-8-year-old, St. Andrew's Church.
Being that we were both extremely impressed by our adventurous eaters and well-behaved kids, we thanked them for their top-notch behavior with the reward of all rewards.... love. No, I'm kidding.... no kid wants that (also kidding). We took them to the toy store in Quebec City, Benjo.
Seemingly endless supply of stuffed animals? Train ride through the aisles? Captain Underpants in French? An entire section of foam weapons? Oui, Oui!