A Train By Any Other Name
I think I’ve probably already mentioned that C loves trains. The depth of this love can be rather surprising. Several months back, I took the boys down to the Animal Kingdom for a Saturday of fun.
On the way, which is about a 45 minute trip, they completely conked out. By the time I arrived at the parking lot, they were fast asleep.
Or seemed to be.
As I was pulling into the parking space, one of the parking trams went past. C went from fast asleep (and snoring) to completely awake. “Train!” he shouted. “Look Daddy, A Train!”
That woke N up, and we were off and running.
Yes, I know that parking lot trams are not, technically “trains”, but does it really matter? I mean, in the larger scheme of things, who cares if a toddler calls a tram a “train”?
On Wednesday, I’ll answer that question.