At what point does it become okay to stifle a child's creativity?
Please tell me. I desperately need help.
A train has taken over the house. Seemingly the entire house.
It's meandering through the dining room . . .
Holding the stairs hostage . . .
Cutting through the main hall . . .
Creating tripping snares . . .
Causing Middle-of-the-Night danger . . .
All to end in a loop right where it began. But the boys are having fun . . . at least when Moose isn't trying to horn in on Fritz's engineering.
It's actually a very impressive track, and makes me super-glad we didn't buy the train table new. Who needs a train table when you've got the entire world as your stage.
But it's time . . . and although there will be tears, we'll rebuild in a (less dangerous) more suitable location (the basement).
Aaahh . . . perfect! All Aboard!
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