Not long ago, Andrew told me "Christmas is over, time to put up the train."
I replied: "You want to put it away?"
"Yeah."
"What if we put new batteries in it so it will go."
"Yeah!"
Well, we are back in business. Usually, Andrew micromanages every movement of the train. Today, he is just letting it go round and round.
Right now, he's pretending to be an airplane while I get an ab workout and type this post on my phone. Airplane crash!
3 comments:
Are airplanes the new trains?
No ... airplane is when he rides on my legs ... or grandma's ... or mom's.
And he loves to crash his airplane!
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