Training

Daddy's obsession with trains has now met its match: your obsession with trains. I don't think this post needs much explanation per se. I should mention (in case, God willing, by the time you read this we've moved to a different house and you've forgotten the layout of this one) that the train is in the basement and that the basement door is generally kept closed. When you want to play with the train you stand by the basement door and make your desires known. The rest of the photos in this post depict the nirvana that is our basement. In one, you're adding smoke fluid to the train. In another, you're waiting for the train to come out from behind the couch. I should also explain that rubbing your hand in circles over your chest means "please."