Last night, while Rob and I were attempting to clean up from dinner, Tyler snuck off. We heard him thunking up the stairs... again. I followed him, but didn't let him know I was there. He was saying, "Thomas. Gordon. Bath. Hair. Bum." I knew where he was headed.
Tyler went into the bathroom and gently placed his little Freecycled Thomas and Gordon trains in the huge bathtub. I then let him know I was there. I said, "Ty, do you want to give your trains a bath?" He looked at me and said, "Yeah!" (with a look on his face like, "Um... obviously, Mom...")
In the spirit of discouraging random independent trips up the stairs and into the bathroom, we gave him a little bowl of water on the kitchen floor to provide his trains with the hygene they require. Who knew a train had hair (or a bum?!) to wash. Tyler cracks us up.
A Slow Cooker Thanksgiving
11 months ago
3 comments:
Uh yeah duh Katy. Trains totally have bums...they're called cabooses!
good one, Kelly!!!
And the hair? Is that, like, the smoke stack? Those creaky stairs sure came in handy
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