They are pretty small, maybe a little more expensive than they should be, but the appeal of these tiny die cast trains is immeasurable.
They work so hard to piece the tracks together. Finally giving in and asking for help. They trade engines, they take shortcuts, they crash. They refuel, pick up passengers, and travel to NYC for Cheeseburgers (that's what Daddy does in NYC at work all day, after all.)
One of these days, when the weather improves, Ill fulfill my promises and take them on the real train to NYC. They won't eat a cheeseburger, but maybe a dirty water dog and a hot pretzel will satisfy a cliche. We could swing in and see what daddy really does at work. Maybe venture to the top of the Empire State Building.
Will Spring ever arrive?
ps. Who am I kidding...just the thought of buying a dirty water dog turns my stomach. I won't be able to do it. Pizza. Yes, Pizza, that will do.