Good Night Choo Choos, Good Night

Beethan is in that phase where he is addicted to choo choos.  When he hears one rumbling down the track, he just can't help himself.  His eyes bug out and runs over to the window (if we are inside) or the fence (if we are outside).  This is usually accompanied by us running over to lift him up.  If a whistle blows, God help you--you need to be on the run, a full out sprint or he looks at you like you crapped in his cereal. 

All of this is made more complicated depending on what you are doing.  If you are, for example, giving Ethan a bath things get wet and messy.  Dinner time, when Ethan is locked in to his high chair is not a good time either.  But the absolute worst time is when Ethan is going to bed.  Most of the days of the week, trains stop around 8.  Ethan will ask about them and Bianca will tell him that the choo choos are sleeping. 

That works 90% of the time.  But every once in a while we get a loud blare right as Ethan is going down and he goes bananas.  The first time it happened Ethan glowered at his Mommy.  It was clear that this was the first time that Ethan questioned Mommy's infallibility.  Mommy was wrong.  But the second time it happened Ethan had caught on--she was feeding him a line. 

Sleep choo choos, please.