Last week, I took my little guy on an adventure. As we become more mature, it’s very easy for our lives to become more prosaic. My journey didn’t quite go to plan but in an odd way, it still captured my heart.
- Train arrived 5 mins late
- Train then broke down – 39 minutes late
- Missed transfer
- Had 4 minutes to quickly get on the next transfer, hauling bags, buggy and slow-moving small human across a crowded and unfamiliar train station.
- Wait 30 mins for a bus in the dark
- Heard Blippi sing “I’m an Excavator” song in abundance (and refusing to quit playing in my head, long into the night)
- Got to see loads of trains at the train station then got on one!
- Train started going backwards and the driver kept speaking over the tannoy.
- Got to see loads more trains at another station.
- Got to eat sandwiches and a gingerbread man.
- Got to watch Blippi.
- Watched Mama puff and pant her way across a train station, although not impressed she didn’t let me put the train ticket through the twirly machine.
- Another train – woohoo.
- Got to see loads of buses at the bus stop, even double-decker ones!
- A bus ride in the dark.
- Got to stay up way past bedtime.
Snuggled up in our quilt at bedtime about to drift off to sleep, he told me he’d had the best train day ever
Summary: See the world through the eyes of a toddler!
Originally written in response to:
- Your Daily Word prompt – Prosaism
- Ragtag Daily Prompt – ABUNDANCE
- Pensitivity’s three things Challenge – QUICKEN, QUIT, QUILT (apologies, I used quick but you get the jist).