This started out innocently enough. Mike and I have been talking about getting Sully a wooden train set for his Birthday in June. They have one at the neighborhood Barnes and Noble that he has become absolutely obsessed with. You can be in any part of said store and if you put him down he will find his way to the train, as though he can smell it. Getting him to leave the train has become a nightmare, on one occasion he literally screamed his head off for the entire drive home.
Between working on taxes and studying for the college placement exams we are really busy so we thought it would be prudent to get Sully a little starter train set now so that he could play and we can use the time to get work done.
So we did and Sully stared lovingly at the box for the whole ride home. We set it up and he of course loved it. Then Mike's parents found a huge box of tracks and trains at an estate sale, and now, the little starter set is a giant one, with bridges and switches and trees and all sorts of other little pieces that my organized OCD brain has to keep track of. The train is all he thinks about, its the first thing he looks for in the morning, after nap, when we leave the house and return he starts saying "Train! Train! Train! as soon as the car stops.
And our plan for him to play independently while we work? total bust, the train is a family affair, he will drag each one of us to the train and then pull us down until we are sitting on the floor with him, sneaking away? not an option. Oh well.
He is running from one end of the track to the other
Escape is not an option!
Sit down Grandpa!
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