We live about a mile from the train station, and in the evenings from our house you can hear the train’s whistle sound as it pulls into the little local station. One day out of the blue, L.A. heard the train sound and without any warning or encouragement starting jumping up and down excitedly screaming “Choo Choo GO!!!”. It was hysterical and adorably cute to see how enthusiastic he was, so C and I decided to take him down the next night to see the train in person.
Since then, we’ve been a few times, and it’s always the same reaction. He patiently waits babbling away about the choo choo that’s on it’s way, and when the bells sound and the warning gates come down he jumps up, runs to either C or I and stares down the tracks in anticipation. His eyes get big, and waves excitedly as the train pulls up to the station. Once it’s there though, and the whistle sounds, he gets quite apprehensive about it. Not that I blame him, even as an adult it’s pretty intense when that train comes barreling into the station.
and just like that… the train is gone.
All he talks about now is the train. Yesterday when I picked him up from daycare he was exhausted and as we drove home, I watched his eyes get heavy in the rearview mirror and then heard a little voice start quietly chanting “chukka chukka chukka chukka choo chooooo”. A smile broke across my face, that’s right little guy… chugga chugga choo choo.