Living vicariously through his boy
Ever since Dada blew his Christmas Sears plastic on some fancy new pneumatic man-badges, he has been itching to build stuff. He built a mount for a dry erase board to put it over the unslightly and useless exterior fan in our kitchen. Did I tell you he installed Pergo flooring in my parents' dining room over Christmas vacation? Yeah, he needs stuff to do. With all our newly acquired trains and train accessories, an obvious next project for him would be to build a table, possibly with drawers or a similar storage solution, upon which Isaac can go to town with his Thomas obsession. I pointed out to Dada a nifty trundle-style table with drawers, advertised in a Thomas flyer that came with one of Isaac's trains, which would be awesome and space-saving. Dada suggested we go to Toys R Us tonight and let the boy play with their pre-assembled Thomas wonderland while we do some train-table recon.
Oh, that Dada. He is vicious and deliberate in his lies. We spent about two minutes looking at tables, and the rest of a solid half-hour with Dada intent on shopping for more trains and train sets. While I flatly insisted that Isaac only needed a Gordon, Dada pushed for Annie & Clarabel (who, by the way, were on sale for $5.40 for both!) and a construction-themed set with more track, three more trains, and two off-track vehicles. As we were leaving the store with our wallets $60 lighter, I suggested we could have used that money to AHEM buy a mattress upon which our unborn child will eventually need to sleep. Dada pointed out how much he and Isaac enjoy their boy time together building (Dada) and destroying (Isaac) various track configurations and racing trains around the living room floor. Like other daddies we've heard of, apparently this is a chance for Dada to live out a long-harbored train fantasy. Regardless, the train explosion was obscene enough at Christmas without our latest addition -- I'll have to take a picture soon (before we make any more of these trickster runs to Toys R Us) to show you the full extent of the addiction.
Oh, that Dada. He is vicious and deliberate in his lies. We spent about two minutes looking at tables, and the rest of a solid half-hour with Dada intent on shopping for more trains and train sets. While I flatly insisted that Isaac only needed a Gordon, Dada pushed for Annie & Clarabel (who, by the way, were on sale for $5.40 for both!) and a construction-themed set with more track, three more trains, and two off-track vehicles. As we were leaving the store with our wallets $60 lighter, I suggested we could have used that money to AHEM buy a mattress upon which our unborn child will eventually need to sleep. Dada pointed out how much he and Isaac enjoy their boy time together building (Dada) and destroying (Isaac) various track configurations and racing trains around the living room floor. Like other daddies we've heard of, apparently this is a chance for Dada to live out a long-harbored train fantasy. Regardless, the train explosion was obscene enough at Christmas without our latest addition -- I'll have to take a picture soon (before we make any more of these trickster runs to Toys R Us) to show you the full extent of the addiction.
posted by Claire at 6:13 PM
1 Comments:
Those train tables are really awesome. We bought the Imaginarium one and it has big drawers on both sides for all the um crap. I must say that you are brave to let the boys have all those trains. I think I am at my limit of trains and we only have half of what you have!
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