Ever since Carson was just a little guy, he has loved Thomas the Tank Engine. Our playroom, a virtual Island of Sodor, is filled with Thomas, his engine friends, and all the track and cargo two kids could ever want. Between Netflix and our collection of DVDs, we have probably seen every episode of Thomas ever made. Like a preschool-aged frat house, we regularly quote lines from Thomas movies, “bust my boilers! Cinders and ashes! Sir Topham Hatt was cross!”
I haven’t always liked Thomas, but since he’s been such a big part of our lives for nearly five years, I can’t help but have a special place in my heart for that cheeky, little blue engine.
This week at the library, I found what I thought was the holy grail of children’s literature, a collection Thomas stories written by the Rev. W. Awdry, the author and creator of Thomas.
“Look! Carson! Ella!” I waved them over to the where I was standing. “Look at this book! It has every Thomas story in it!”
“Oh. Yeah,” Carson and Ella shrugged with polite indifference.
Later that night after reading a few of the stories, I mentioned to Carson that we should look on Amazon to see if we could find the book so that we could buy it and have one of our own.
“Nah,” Carson said. “I don’t think I really care about Thomas anymore.” I tried not to audibly gasp. “I like Mario and Spiderman now.”
To think that I never thought this stage would pass and now, here we are on the verge of the end! I’m going to wake up tomorrow and it will be time for him to leave for college, won’t it?