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all aboard!

this truck will probably be joined with
some boxes to make a train. just wait.

one of the most frequently uttered phrases in our house of late has been this: "all aboard!"

john has been a big fan of thomas the really useful engine for a while, but just recently he's taken a shine to trains in general. he chugs around the house with his yellow dump truck, which he uses to push boxes and laundry baskets and what ever else around. he loves to chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a chooo chooo. 

so when i was in the bathroom this morning - which shares a wall with john's room - and i heard through the wall, "all aboard!" i wasn't too surprised.

but there was extra glee when john came running into my room with a train whistle that i'd forgotten he had. he was all excited because it had a train painted on the side ... so imagine his joy when i showed him that it actually makes a train sound. he struggled with it at first. couldn't quite get the grasp of how to make the sound, and even made train sounds himself while holding the whistle for a little while.

but then ...

choooo choooo!
you know what's the only thing better than the grin he kept giving me?

the grin i just *know* we're going to get when he gets his train table and train set for christmas this year. being a parent is freaking great.

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