One of my favorite things to do is go on a train hunt with my good buddy Owen.
It's important to approach the tracks with a single-mindedness that is hard to come by when you're only 2 1/2 years old.
And, then, you wait. Some days no train comes, but that just makes a good excuse to come back the next day.
After a long hard train hunt, Mommy often gives me a snack. Today, it was 3 apple slices. This is what my plate looked like when I was all done.
3 comments:
Sure hope there is an attentive parent real close by with that precious cargo so close to the tracks.
I'd like to say, "No. It was shot with a telephoto lens from very very far away." But, I'd hate to break the fifth commandment.
Who is Owen? I don't see him. Very adorable pictures. And peach- I mean apple - one is quite artsy.
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