Trey got a Valentine's Day card from my mom. A tri-fold train Valentine's Card which Trey has converted to a flat version of his newest transportation fantasy. The child will not leave this card alone. It comes with him to dinner and is not allowed to leave the kitchen, because that my friends, is where it lives. As he's driving...maybe conducting...this train across his little table, he turns to me and says, "Mommy, it broke."
"It broke? What broke?"
"My train. It not working. Needs batteries."
"Trey, there's no batteries in a card."
"Oh yeah."
What a silly, strange and oddly fascinating child he's becoming.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment