The things I wouldn't do for this Boy
"Choo-choo!" he cried excitedly from the backseat. "Din-din-din-din-din-din-din. Woo, wooooooo!" And then the train appeared, a flash of bright red engine between the buildings a block away. The tracks angled away from our position, and though I tried to point it out, we soon lost sight of it as it curved behind the treeline.
My son looks for that train every morning, pointing out the tracks on the way to school. It had been weeks since the last time it appeared, and I was determined that he would see that train!
The light turned green and I made the left onto Orange Avenue. The train was flying, but I knew we could catch it! Not by the crossing at Lake Jessamine, but surely by Mary Jess, where the track once again came close to the main road. Though we couldn't see the train, its whistle called mournfully, enthusiastically answered by boyish sound-effects. I turned onto Mary Jess and stopped short mere feet from the gate, startled at how close it was. We waited so long I thought we had missed it. But then came a sudden loud whistle blast and the engined roared by, so close we waved at the engineer in his cheerful yellow shirt leaning out the window. "Big twain, BIIIIG twain!" chanted my bright-eyed toddler, head craned to see the freight cars streaming by, trailed by a second red engine. "Choo-choooooooooo!"
The things I wouldn't do for this Boy.
My son looks for that train every morning, pointing out the tracks on the way to school. It had been weeks since the last time it appeared, and I was determined that he would see that train!
The light turned green and I made the left onto Orange Avenue. The train was flying, but I knew we could catch it! Not by the crossing at Lake Jessamine, but surely by Mary Jess, where the track once again came close to the main road. Though we couldn't see the train, its whistle called mournfully, enthusiastically answered by boyish sound-effects. I turned onto Mary Jess and stopped short mere feet from the gate, startled at how close it was. We waited so long I thought we had missed it. But then came a sudden loud whistle blast and the engined roared by, so close we waved at the engineer in his cheerful yellow shirt leaning out the window. "Big twain, BIIIIG twain!" chanted my bright-eyed toddler, head craned to see the freight cars streaming by, trailed by a second red engine. "Choo-choooooooooo!"
The things I wouldn't do for this Boy.