The train obsession is getting to be too much. There's four of them now, two of them added after a grumpy shopping experience on Saturday. And to cap it off, our big present to him was the little train station that goes with it, with four little garages (one for purple shoo shoo, blue shoo shoo, black shoo shoo and red shoo shoo) and an oval track. Each night we put it together and he alternates between getting angry that the track comes undone, and becoming angry that the garage doors are hard to open. Also, black shoo shoo only fits in two of the compartments, being a bigger engine than the rest of his followers. Much craziness ensues from this alone.
Last night he fell asleep (finally!) and all four trains were piled in his bed as usual. I decided to be smart and try to grab them now instead of searching for them in the morning. As careful as I was, two of them clinked together. He went from snoring to sitting up before I could blink. His eyes half-aware, he stared at me. Now, I was attempting an experiment, and had purple curlers sticking out of my head everywhere. This was not good. I could see in his eyes that he didn't recognize me, or was appalled at the sight, one of the two. I handed him all four trains and told him it was just me, and he fell down and curled around them, instantly snoring again. I was bested once again. The power of the choo choo - it is a force to be reckoned with.
I wonder if his train dreams were tinted with the vision of mom with her purple horns?
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