The Train

We took McKenzie into Salt Lake for some Christmas spirit. While we waited for Santa to finish his cookie and milk break (darn whoever posted Santas hours incorrectly on the website!) we wasted some time at the mall. McKenzie found a train ride. We paid for her to go and she instantly started to cry. We thought she was just nervous, but when she came around the bend, this is what we saw: (yeah, thats blood and drool)

I guess she had bit her tongue when the train started. So, we stopped the ride, cleaned her up, and this time mommy went too. Here's a pic from the happier loops around the track. Poor baby! She's a little bruised and broken this week. I promise we dont beat her!