Sunday, July 15, 2007
The Torch has been passed
Once upon a time, a little Foo played with some trains. He kept them so well. His Daddy made him a train table and he would play for hours with Thomas and his friends. We would build the wooden track and make "choo choo" noises. It was the best of times. Then along came a Fish.
Fish loved his trains! He loved them so much he would take them out to the bird bath to make sure they got clean. He was sure they could swim. When he played, the track was merely debris and the trains loved to be tossed around the room. How differently my two sons played with their trains. The chips of paint that came off of these trains were our first indicator that Fish was NOT Foo. Poor Foo's beautiful wooden trains were now chipped and worn. But we knew they were loved.
Now, my little Boo has picked up the torch and has officially passed from babyhood to toddlerdom. (if you enlarge this picture of him, you can see his lips saying, "Choo choo!") I don't know when or how it happened. But it has. I wonder what he has in store for these little trains.
Posted by K at 8:29 AM