Big Train Love and Boy' #2's Burgeoning Christmas List

>> Thursday, 11 November 2010

This afternoon Boy #1 and I arrived to collect Boy #2 from his once a week post-school Dutch class. Bearing in mind that all three of us are still recovering from our late arrival back in Russia on Monday night after a busy half term, and that the Boys' body clocks have been thrown completely off by the 3 hour time difference, I wasn't at all surprised to find that Boy #2 had nodded off in the book corner whilst playing with cars. And bless his Dutch teacher, she had let him.


We gently woke him up and he did that unbearably cute thing of looking around all wide-eyed in surprise (was I asleep Mama? No, of course not...), before walking over to the door of the classroom to pick his stuff up before we headed home.

I went to help him on with his jacket, and suddenly encountered an unfamiliar, squarish lump under the sleeve of his sweatshirt. It was so well hidden in fact that if I hadn't been assisting a tired sleepy boy to find his coat sleeve, he just might have gotten away with it.

"What's that?"

"Ssssshhhhh Mama" he whispered, sotto voce. I can't believe it, but he really thought I was going to buy into this heist... "Don't tell anyone. They'll see..."

See what? Well, I pulled a green wooden double decker Brio train - belonging to the school - from his sweatshirt sleeve. This boy loves trains, you see, with a passion. Well, he loves all forms of transport if I'm honest. Prior to this attempt at The Great Train Robbery (see what I did there? Huh? Huh?) his most recent object of desire has been a red Lego plane (and - obviously - the accompanying Lego airport) that he spotted in a catalogue he found in the back of one of his brother's birthday presents (also Lego). He wants this plane. He NEEDS this plane. His life is not complete without this plane. It looms large in his legend and is mentioned whenever possible. He's developed quite a sales patter actually; Husband reported the following conversation:

Boy #2: "So Santa's going to bring me a red Lego airplane. This one." (He points firmly at the relevant page in the brochure,which rarely leaves his side)

Husband: "Really?"

Boy #2: "Yes, yes he is. Because he knows, you see, that I don't have one."

Husband: "Well, you do actually. A Lego airplane and a Playmobil one."

Boy #2: "Yes. I do. But this one, this one is red. And he knows I don't have a red one."

Husband: "OKaaaay."

Boy #2: "Plus, plus, this one comes with it's own airport. So I can fill it up with petrol and everything..."

So Santa, baby, can you put one under the tree for Boy #2? Although Christ knows how we're going to fit that in our luggage on our way back from the UK after Christmas...


6 comments:

TheMadHouse 12 November 2010 at 11:35  

They have an answer for everything!

Tattie Weasle 12 November 2010 at 14:14  

I am so glad mine isn't the only klepto what a relief!!!!Bog Boy too has a pencahnt for tr5ains, cars, small plastic models of birds etc etc and I do have to frisk him oat regular intervals...do hope Santa can make it work I mean he NEEEDS a red plane...

Mwa 13 November 2010 at 20:49  

So sweet. My daughter wants a green trumpet. She's two. I think she will be disappointed...

A Modern Mother 14 November 2010 at 20:21  

That is cute, just think what they will ask for in ten years time. No, don't.

Sparx 15 November 2010 at 11:31  

Yes, we are always finding wooden trains in the spud's pockets but he SWEARS they are 'an accident'.

Anonymous,  25 November 2010 at 18:20  

Увлекательно. Хотелось бы еще выслушать мнение специалистов по этому поводу :)

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