Model trains are good fun. I used to enjoy building them when I was a little person and watching the miniature trains running around the track in our loft, with that lovely smell of diesel wafting up. The only downside from memory was that lofts are generally full of junk and spiders, hotter than hell in the summer and colder than the North Pole in winter.

Our little one also enjoys his trains. Both the real ones and his little wooden one that we bought from Ikea a few months ago. Annoyingly though he seems to enjoy pulling bits apart instead of just marvelling in the wonder of the wooden goodness. And that, dear reader (s) frustrates the hell out of me!!

I can live with him building random patterns with the track, even though the ends don’t meet up and it goes under the dining room chairs. I’m pretty relaxed with it randomly ending up behind the patio door curtains or crashing into a wall. After all, there is no order in nature.

But, oh my, when the track is neatly and painstakingly built with joined-up ends, flowing sections of straights and curves, breathtaking bridges and undulating bends by the mystery train track laying fairy, and the little one then decides to dig bits of beautiful track up with a kitchen spatula – then my stress levels begin to rise!


‘Maybe leave the bridge where it is, Josh?’

‘How about we pop that bit of track back where it was, son?’

‘Let’s just play with the train on the track, Josh, rather than trashing it again!!’

In the end I watch through my fingers as the bridges are spatula-dug up, rendering the daily lives of the wooden passengers into complete turmoil as they can’t reach the homes of their wooden families. Wooden babies are left without cuddles and wooden dinners are left to get cold. The whole wooden world falls to its knees purely because of Joshua’s desire to spatula the hell out of his expertly and mysteriously constructed diesel wonderland.

Hopefully the wooden people on their wooden trains will eventually learn to forgive him. Whether I can be so magnanimous only time will tell…

4 thoughts on “The Trials & Tribulations of the Choo Choo Train

  • 18th November 2016 at 1:41 am

    My kids always enjoyed throwing the wooden trains at each other. Ugh.

  • 18th November 2016 at 10:43 am

    Oh you just brought back a childhood memory! My Dad used to have a train track with whole villages and a little pine forest. I did not think that he needed a pine forest and decided to add some pine trees to his village. He was not a happy man. Apparently, every train track has to have a pine forest, not a scattering of trees. Lesson learnt. I swore that I would never be like this when I am older but I am….with Lego! I hope you manage to rescue those wooden families with some train track soon! #FridayFrolics
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  • 24th November 2016 at 9:08 pm

    Haha – I’m like you! The mindless destruction of the carefully constructed train tracks/lego buildings is too much!

    Thanks so much for joining us for #FridayFrolics

    • 27th November 2016 at 12:00 am

      It’s pretty hard to watch!! If only he knew the anguish he was causing ??

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