Baby Boy has started this new thing. When he doesn't get what he wants he squeezes his eyes shut and screams, "CHOO CHOO EYES! CHOO CHOO EYES!"
Of course, the first time we panicked that one of his zillion toy trains had taken the track straight into his eyeball. That would have been easier to solve. Now he walks around, eyes frozen shut, slamming into walls, desks, pets...CHOO CHOO EYES! It is like having a drunk poet around.
For the life of us we cannot figure out where this came from. No trains in our circle of transportation videos or books are blind enough to chug through the days using The Force.
I am sending him to a play group tomorrow and will blame Baby Casey Jones on them.
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