He doesn't DISLIKE them, he has just never like-liked them. If you see what I'm saying.
Which was crazy because he was our first child and he was a boy... and first boys are always supposed to like trains, right?
Or maybe not.
Well, as it turns out, all the train love was stored up in my blood (the same blood that I apprently share with Grandpa Jim and Uncle Jeff) and released into Stella's crazy little body. Which meant we had to do some train and train track purchasing over the last several weeks.
And the train set came with a plane. Which Henry, in fact, loved.
I sure dig it when there's a little something for everyone.
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