Don't Feel Bad For Andy

Last week, while the older boys were enjoying a day at the gym 'n swim camp, Lillian stopped by with a little something for Andy. A little train set.

Ever since we had a boy, Steve and I have been discussing train sets. There are so many, every single one different, and most of them huge and invasive. Meaning a lot of train sets require a table permanently installed in the most convenient location, probably the kitchen or right in front of the TV. And also the tracks come apart and get lost and the kids don't want to play with them once they have them.... whatever. The fact that we want to get the "perfect" one just means we've deprived our boys of having their own train set.

Until now. Lillian came by with this little train set, with a Thomas train, a couple of circus coaches, a roundhouse to park them and carry them around in, and enough track to build a small circle.

Andy has not stopped playing with this train set. He has been carrying it around with him ever since, sleeping with the trains and bringing the whole set into the bathroom with him when I tell him he has to go. He's played with it enough to make me think it might be worth going out and getting a few more parts to the set, so that he can make the train go somewhere else. I don't know, a bigger circle? Trains aren't my thing. But they are Andy's thing. His favorite thing. And he's never been happier.