Ian and I went to a birthday party in Portsmouth this afternoon. We had a great time but by 5pm were both ready to go home and see Dada. There are dozens of ways to get to our house from Portsmouth, so at each intersection I ponder the relative benefits of each route. After deciding to go straight versus right at a light I saw the flashing lights warning of a coming train.
I started to curse myself until I realized it was just me and Ian and we had front row seats to a real live TRAIN! I turned off the radio and rolled down the windows, threw the van into park and we reveled in the choochoo. Suddenly an inconvenience was an opportunity.
I may have created a monster, though, because ever since then it's been BYEBYECHOOCHOO non-stop.