Nathan has probably had one of the best holidays in his whole life. Granted, he’s only three and one of his favorite hobbies is climbing on my shoulders because he “wants to be a giant.” This year he received two Thomas the Train sets, both of which blew his mind right away even though they are two different sets and therefore don’t connect. (Well played Freaky Face Train Company, I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU!)
We set them up on the floor because we don’t have a train table. I know, terrible first-world problems like getting latte foam on your fancy yoga pants or being like me, a mother who has yet to gift her son with a train table the size of a small Asian-made car. (I do drive an Asian-car that’s the size of a train table, and it’s going to Nathan when he can reach the pedals.)
For an afternoon, Nathan sat and created his train world. He kept repeating, “Chugga-chugga! Choo-choo!” like a litany and I watched my hulking child absorb himself in that crazy world on the island of Sodor.
I don’t stop at stop signs either, Nathan. But that’s because Mommy’s got priors.
Let’s get ready to rumble!
How was your weekend?