Call me Mother of the Year.
Peanut is busily searching for Lightning. While most fear lightning strikes, Peanut is in search of a much louder (in our house anyway) form of lightning: Lightning McQueen! Yes, like most boys, Peanut is obsessed with the movie Cars. In this case, it goes much deeper. Peanut's Lightning is missing, and he will tear the house apart until this talking piece of plastic is found. Mommy is, as ever, the accomplice.
My attempts to distract Peanut are futile. Not even the thought of his beloved trains are enough to pull him off the trail. By heaven, he WILL find Lightning! In vain, I suggest others from his plethora of toys. Nothing doing. Lightning is all that will do, the only toy he will ever need. If only I believed that.
Sure enough, within five minutes of his search, the trains have captivated him. As have his convictions that Mommy is the best conductor in the world. The search for Lightning McQueen has been called until further notice. And then, sure enough, we spy... LIGHTNING MCQUEEN! The world is as it should be, with one exception. Peanut is now confused. Do we play with the beloved Lightning, or do we make the train go backward? And can we do both at the same time?
Call me Mother of the Year.
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I'm glad to hear that all is right in the world again! You are an amazing mommy (and train conductor) and don't you ever forget it! I must thank you in advance for wandering down that crazy, winding road that is motherhood before me, so you can provide only the most expert of advice. Blog on!
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