Never again

This...



...is the Devil.
Or maybe this is a better visual:


Citing A's love for "Choo Choos," I wandered to the Thomas the Tank Engine aisle on our trip to Target yesterday. I found one that was reasonably priced (seriously, $20 for a freaking plastic train?), and also had a button and made noise. Score! It was James the Tank Engine.

A loved it.

So much so that he napped with it.

And ate with it.

And pretty much everything'd all day with it.

Luckily, it was not a bath night.

Then, it came to be time for bed. Mommy and Daddy would not let A hold his train for bed. Alas, Mommy and Daddy are stupid. Our son usually falls asleep within 5 minutes of my leaving the room; last night, he screamed and called "Daddy Daddy" for at least half an hour (Daddy was the responsible party who removed the train).

He also woke up crying this morning, which is unusual. Dunno if he remembered the horror of losing his train the night before, if he knew he was upset about SOMETHING, or if he just had a rough start to his week.

This kid gets no more toys!!! Ha, and we thought we were doing a good thing... silly us.