She technically isn't allowed to bring food into the living room...
...but I sympathize with her desire to eat toast while encircled by a train.
Going round and round...
...and occasionally placing her toast on the ground...
...to play with the choo-choo...
...which she calls "My Gordon".
And it's actually not Gordon - it's Sir Handel, but no one asked me.
My train recognition skills are pretty sharp.
But he's blue, too, so it's hard.
Then she picks up the toast...
...and continues eating breakfast...
...in her perfect breakfast spot.
2 comments:
So sweet...and so are the young uncles who shared their train set! Glad she still likes it.
She plays with it all the time :-)
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