Well Trained Dad

Anything that is remotely related to the concept of the train is Thomas.  Thomas is a train, therefore a train must be thomas.   My nightly activity with Phoebe has fluctuated between sticker books, sticker game books, building furniture out of Play-Doh for the plastic animals that come in the kids lunch at Roger Williams Zoo and the random lego bicycler that Cristin gave me for my birthday, building ramps for the large-gauge trains, and building houses out of legos for Sir Topham Hat.  Recently however, it has been all Brio train play.  We don’t have a table so I have to make a new track each night.  This keeps me on my toes because I try to do a different design and Phoebe now has a, albeit slowly moving, battery powered car so I have to lay the track as fast as the train moves or she gets a bit wound up.  I thoroughly enjoy the trains and today as we were standing in the toy store and she was playing with the train table there, I perused the train gear until I realized that I was picking out stuff for myself.  In the other side of the store I heard a woman asking the owner about presents for “girly girls” and the options included magnetic dress up dolls and purses and such and I hope Phoebe sticks with trains for a while at least.

Above: Phoebe waves James while I monitor the unnamed powered engines progress pulling Victor and Scruff through the new train shed.