Train, train, train, train -- daddy, will you buy that (damn) ticket faster?
Lyric ran just as fast as those little legs could carry her to get inside the little train with all the the other kids.
And then...Daddy closed the door. Man, oh man, her tears streamed.
Who else cried? Nope, it wasn't the snotty nosed kid who had to get out of the way while the conducter opened the door so that Lyric could get back out.
Mommy cried, too. (Poor daddy.)
I just wasn't ready for that tiny person to go riding all by herself, all the way across that mall floor, around such a big circle.
Eighteen months, and she still needs her mommy. Whew.
