We will also avoid Garfield's train depot.

There was the whole death-conspiracy, throw the country into anarchy plan already afoot. True. And after all, there was a war going on, so it was dangerous times. But I personally believe I have discovered another reason for the shooting of President Lincoln in Ford's theater. The place is cursed.
I discovered this, because when Little One and I met up for a day of fun with my old childhood friend Au, we went on a little outing to Ford's, and we received our own bit of Lincoln-luck. It all started when Au asked me about Little One's bottle. "Oh no!" I said. Very confident. Brazenly, even. "Oh no, they never break. She throws them on our slate floor all the time, they're really very tough," I said, "Tempered glass you see". Perhaps, like Lincoln strolling into a theater box sans secret service, it was the over-confidence that triggered the curse.
Because the lobby floor is marble. It said, "Tempered glass, meet Little One's temper." And it shattered quite dramatically before the queue, taking with it most of our formula for the day.
Which was very unfortunate on the train later, when another bottle was apparently abducted by aliens, and we had a lovely 40minute delay. After skipping a nap. That was the third time that day we had a large crowd of people turn their heads in unison to stare at us disapprovingly.
Lincoln-luck.
I say third time, because in between these events we did actually go in and see the historic theater, and listen to the 30 minute spiel about the assassination. Assassinations are serious business, Peanuts. This was a time for attention and reverence.
So to discourage any embellishments from Little One, I occupied her chatter-box with (what turned out to be Her last) few ounces of milk. This worked great! But the curse was upon us.
The theater was silent. All eyes on the guide. He is approaching the climax of the story, it is getting very intense. The president, we listeners fear, is about to be attacked! The guide pauses, for dramatic effect. There is tension in the air. And suddenly-

EEEaaaaaaAAAAaahhhrrrrrRrrpppp!!!!!!

THE loudest belch, you have ever. Ever. heard.
From the lips of my sweet angelic child.
I'm fairly certain if we ever return, we will be assassinated as well. Thankfully we seem to have used up the rest of our Lincoln-luck on the metro, and it was all off-set by having had a truly fabulous time with Au between our bouts of trouble. She's even agreed to do some more sight-seeing with us, now that she's moved to town. There are lots of fun places we can go! But some we'll just skip. On the way out we passed the house where Abe actually died. Au and I looked at each other. (Dying is possibly even more un-lucky than being shot.) We kept walking.