We have tracks over hills and bridges. We have a tree and a house. We also have … Godzilla! Who is usually called #2 Son. Yep, #2 Son turns into Godzilla when the train tracks come out. Picture this one year old boy with a very determined look in his eyes. You can hear this conversation going on in his head:
"I must step on the track, I must walk through the bridge. I must get to a train and push it over.
Oh wait, I must sit on the track and pick up the tree. What hit me in the butt? Neato, a train. Let me get that and hold it."
Sigh. It certainly keeps me busy trying to keep Godzilla off the track, keep the track together and let #1 Son do his own crashing of the trains. Mainly the crashing is due to #1 Son stopping one train to add another train car to it and forgetting to stop the second train.
Life is good.