The mystery has been solved. The train set is from Mose’s godparents, Carolyn and Kennan. And what a present it has been. Which is not to undervalue the numerous and various presents given by friends, family, and even ourselves. It’s just that Mose has some kind of choo-choo mania that cannot be explained, was completely unexpected, and seems boundless. Carolyn and Kennan hit the jackpot. For now.
The train, like so many good things in life, is a source of joy and pain. When it’s good, it’s great; when it’s bad it’s the end of the world. Pulling his little train along the track is like being in heaven. Having a train derailis being sent to a lower plane of hell.
Yesterday morning, Mose woke up and the first word out of his mouth was “choo-choo.” Edie asked Mose if he wanted to give me a morning hug and he said, “no. Choo-choo.” Oh to be second fiddle to a wooden train set. But today, I was able to intercept Mose on his way to the train and was granted a hug that smacked a little of noblesse oblige. But hey, I’ll take it. Any Mose hug is better than no Mose hug.
While Mose’s ardor has hardly cooled, I am happy to report that his last words as we put him to bed tonight were not “choo-choo” or “train” but “cookie store.” The world is returning to balance.




