We got our boy back. But it's a revised edition. This one doesn't stop talking, dreaming and requesting "choo-choos". He has me play them on the internet just like Pop Pop did, he talks about riding the 'chooch' at the dinner table and last night he was found sleeping inbetween Trent and I. Probably was dreaming about Trains.
Can you blame him? With a Pop Pop who takes him to ride a real one (not a dinky, 10 minute whirl) how can a boy not be completely taken by the big machine?
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