So, for the past two years I have patiently and lovingly endured tea parties, princess fairies, pretend cooking and make-believe makeup. Despite my attempts over the years to slyly introduce a basketball or toy car, none of the toys I grew up playing with ever caught your attention.
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And that's okay. You like to play with the things you like to play with. And yes, trying to get you play with these things was out of my own self interest because every once in a while I would like to do something other than check your stuffed Elmo's blood pressure and heartbeat and have a play picnic afterwards.
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You can imagine my delight when a few days ago you suggested we play with trains. Yes, trains! I love trains! I remembered back to all the fun I had as a kid with the train sets that my dad got for me. We pulled out the trains, laid the tracks, and off we went taking turns zooming the trains back and forth. But then tragedy struck - one of the trains derailed. Train play was over.
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You sprung into action, scooped up the train in your hands and said, "It's gonna be okay, train," as you rocked it back and forth and patted it on the back. You laid it down to rest and covered it with a pretend blanket. Sensing the concern the other trains must have felt you empathetically comforted them too, reassuring them that all was well.
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With the train fully recovered, and the other trains settled down, you wanted to put the trains to bed since it was also your bed time. We disassembled the tracks, put the trains to sleep and called it a day. We were able to get some of this on video.
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Though it was short lived, thank you for indulging me and playing with something with wheels for a change. I love you exactly how you are and I'll go pretend grocery shopping with you any day.
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Love,
Dad
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