To Be Truthful …

 

I bought the train table for me.

Now before you go jumping to conclusions about what I do in my spare time … let me explain.

Little Man is coming for 10 days while his parents are away. I love him with all the pieces of my heart, and he’s such a good little guy most of the time.

But he’s 2.

And I’m … Well, let’s just say I’m past the half century mark.

I have a bad ankle on my left leg and a bad knee on my right. I’m not moving as quickly as I used to. So I got a little worried about keeping up with this little Force of Nature.

I mean, I’m a fun Grandma. But I can’t be fun all the time.

 

And so, last time he was here with his mom and we visited a play place, I took note of the almost hour and a half he spent at the train table. He was enthralled with those trains, pushing them along the tracks, over hills and bridges, through tunnels. Connecting all the cars together to make one long train. And he wasn’t the only one. Several kids of many ages were completely engaged in play with the trains.

 

That very afternoon, in anticipation of this coming visit, I went out and bought a train table of my own. I justify the expense by telling myself there will be other grandchildren who will play on it for years to come.

 

HE. WILL. LOVE. IT.

 

But it’s really for me.

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