Justice Island

Have you heard of Justice Island?  Neither have I, and Drake had it in his head that we were going there today to ride bikes.  Ummm... K?  He was even telling random people of our plans.  They looked at me to see if I knew what he was talking about.  Nope.  Completely at a loss.

I had to deduce what the heck he meant.  If I didn't, he would surely lose his mind.  So, I began to ask questions.
Me:  Is Justice Island a real place?
Drake: Yes.
M:  You didn't see it on the TV or a video game?
D: No.
M: Have we ever been there?
D: No.
M: Do you know how to get there?
D: No.  But, I have a magic steering wheel that will tell us where to go.
M: (in head- oh god) Are you sure you didn't see it on TV or a video game?
D: I'm sure.  There's a ferry boat there that we can see.
M: Is it by the waterfront?
D: Yes.

As it turns out, Justice Island is Ruston Way.  Who knew?  After I parked the car, Drake told me, "Good job, Mommy.  I knew you could do it." 

Thanks, honey.

BTW, it was really, really cold at Justice Island.  The wind was blowing, the water was really choppy, and knit caps don't keep the wind out of one's ears effectively.  But the boys had a good time.  Then Flynn split his lip and bled a bunch.  There is no justice on Justice Island.