Cardboard Train

Oh, there's nothing like a cardboard train. 

Daddy-built, and kid assisted.

We put the tabs in the slots, taped the edges, stoked the coals, debated and negotiated who would be driver and who would be engineer, and chugga-chugga woo-wooed into the wild west wherever the rails would take us.

Oh, there's nothing like a cardboard train.

We'll take it from here. Get the triangle, get the kazoo.

Get the crayons and the markers. 

We'll need some privacy too, Dad.

Cling clang. Woo woo! 

Scribble Scribble Scribble. Blue. Red.

The inside is looking great!

Scribble yellow.

A coat of green.

Get the side. Color the controls.

Oh there's nothing like a cardboard train....

And privacy. We'll need that privacy now please.

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Dad says "Why are there clothes out here?"

"Why are you being so quiet?"

"Why are you blue and red and yellow and green?"

Oh! There's nothing like getting naked and coloring your body and feet and brains inside a cardboard train!

Post-script: I followed the green foot prints from your bathroom to ours, and found you, Aidan (after drawing on yourself) had drawn yourself a nice warm bath and cleaned yourself up!