Miles’ vocabulary is expanding by the day. I feel like every morning I hear a different word.
But one word (it is more of a sound really) is at the tip of his tongue at every moment – choo choo! The tone of the childlike sound for trains can vary greatly. Sometimes he says it excitedly when he sees a train (in a book, on the television, in his pile of toys). Other times he says it almost desperately as in, “I NEED that train even though it is time for bed,” or “Why is that passing school bus not a train. I NEED it to be a train!”
This train obsession began a few months ago but, like many addictions, it started out slow. A fix (the board book that has a button to make a train sound) here and there was enough in the beginning. But then the urge was stronger. Miles wanted more. Books weren’t enough.
He started coming home from daycare lining up all of his cars and pushing them across the living room floor as if they were trains. His frustration grew as the row of mismatched plastic and wooden vehicles didn’t connect or move smoothly like a train.
“Get him some trains already,” friends urged. But I knew it was a slippery slope.
About a month ago, my hubby and I picked up a small set of puffed out plastic trains that pop into each other. That worked for a short time, but soon those weren’t enough either.
Just over the weekend, I picked up three Thomas and Friends engines (two different sized Thomas’ and a Percy) to satiate Miles. And I’ve been checking out some wooden train sets or some made from recycled plastics the munchkin may get for Easter or his second birthday. Although they won’t be Thomas, they will be something I’m happy I invested in.
So as I read the same Choo Choo book for the 14th time this weekend and hear the happy cries of a little boy who can push the same three train cars back and forth for two hours straight, I’ll smile realizing this is just the first of countless childhood obsessions that will run through the Doyle household. There are worse things to be addicted.
What is your kid obsessed with? How long did it last? How did you deal with the repetition?