Cole is so into trains right now. Just fascinated by every part of them. A few months ago, Kevin's mom sent Cole a package and in it contained a train shirt. He immediately LOVED it and put it on. He wore it for 5 days straight (NOT kidding). I had to peel it off of him and convince him that it needed to be washed.
Not long after that Cole spent a few days with Nana and Grandaddy and they just know what little boys like (I'm sure it has nothing to do with raising 3 boys...), and they took him to a train museum.
Cole had a blast, and to this day has the map of the museum in his room and likes to pull it out occassionaly and talk about where they went -- and where the bathroom is.
A few days after he got home, another package came for Master Cole Spillman (as they are always addressed) and inside was another train shirt, identical to the first. And a brand new yellow one.
Rarely do more than 2 days go by without him asking me, "Is my train shirt dirty, mama?" And thanks to Nana, I can manage to keep one clean all the time.
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