Last night I dreamt I was struck by a freakishly friendly train (on the island of Sodor I might add) and died.
If you've never heard of Sodor, count your lucky stars. Twice.
The winter of 2009 will undoubtedly go down as the year that Toddler and I worked on his railroad all the live long day. I have assembled more track and mastered more train sounds than I care to admit (to an adult that is).
Chugga-chugga! has taken on a whole new meaning since college.
All for the love of a boy.