If theres something I love about being a dad, is the innocence of children, the fact that they believe in monsters, have no problem in speaking the truth or simply that these use words that sound like sounds.
We were at a lovely country park today, and their was a model gauge railway there. My youngest daughter (apart from womb baby?) shouts look daddy theres a choo choo train.
How cool does that sound, a choo choo train, such a descriptive child like word of innocence. But, what else would you call it, big white puffs of steam belching from its every funnel and crevice, peeping its steam whistle as its coal chugged it around the narrow gauge track.
Its such as magical thing being a dad, how else could you experience being on a choo choo train, but singing wheels on the bus. Arms wrapped around your little precious cargo parcel in case they fall off.
How else could a grow man get away with sitting on a model engineered steam train shouting all aboard, tickets please, hold tight, woo wooo.
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