There is Nothing Like a Train...

....Nothing in the world...at least according to Keegan Ingram, age four. He discovered Thomas the Train when he was two and has been train crazy ever since. Gary found a small battery-operated train at a garage sale a couple of years ago and Keegan insists on setting it up every time he comes to our home.

Last weekend, we had both grandchildren for three days and two nights. Every time we take them for an overnight, we realize that we are really close to decrepitude. By the end of the day, we are so tired that we literally collapse into bed. And just after we did that on Saturday, little Kendall began to cry...and then scream. Gary was up most of the night with her this time. The guy is a champ, albeit a timeworn one.

After only a couple hours of sleep, Gary was back outside with Keegan, helping to keep the train on the track and making sure the whistle was blowing and the bell was ringing, no doubt because he wanted me to share his pain. I told him to turn off the noise or I wouldn't help him get up off the concrete patio floor.

It's good to be grandparents.