Marisa’s mom sent the boys a box of treats today. It included a number of wooden Thomas the tank engine trains, which are favorites in this household.
One of the trains is “Neil,” who the boys were unfamiliar with which resulted in this dinner conversation:
Sammy – “What’s this train’s name?”
Me – “Neil.”
Sammy – “Mike!”
Me – “No, Neil. That was my father’s name!”
Sammy – “Was he a train?”
Me – “No, he was a person.”
Sammy cries.
Marisa – “What’s wrong, Sammy?”
Sammy – “I wanted him to be a train.”
Me – “Well, it probably would have been better for a lot of people if my father was a train.”