The "Thomas" Obsession

I'm the first to admit that Brodee has many vices: his thumb, his blankie, his love of "yo-yo" (oatmeal for those of you who don't speak Brodee-ese). However he has, in the last few months, developed another vice: Thomas the Train. Don't get me wrong, I love Thomas! It's wholesome, family oriented and teaches good values. Plus, the way they get those little engines to move around the Island of Sodor is a pretty amazing feat of television technology. Kai'le loved Thomas - and still does, although she doesn't admit it as much as she used to - she is a big seven year old you know. We have hundreds of feet of track and damn near every engine they make, so it's logical that Brodee would develop an affinity for the cute little blue engine.

This though, is bordering on the ridiculous! If I hear choo-choo, choo-choo train, train or any derivative thereof one more time, I think I'm going to pull out the hair that I have left (half of it's already gone from the craziness of having two children). When we get home, the first thing Brodee wants to do is put on a Thomas movie. We've watched these friggin' movies so many time I know them by heart. I can sing all the songs too, which is really annoying. What kind of a grown woman walks around work humming, "Their two, their four, their six, their eight. Shunting trucks and haulin' freight..." It's humiliating.

We have Thomas movies, blankets, trains, track - I'm pretty much keeping the Chinese company, that painted all the little darlings with lead based paint, afloat. Do I sound bitter? I am! Here's a perfect example...as I'm writing this post, Brodee is banging on the door hollering, "Mommy choo-choo". Why you ask? Because when I was downloading the picture for this post he was in the room. He freaked out when he saw Thomas on the screen. So, being the periodically nice mommy that I am, I printed him a picture so that he would play with it while I tried unsuccessfully to write. When that didn't work, I printed him a picture of the roundhouse so that he could color it. All of this to no avail. Ryker finally relieved me of my little conductor so I could finish this. So presently (since - thank God for small favors - Brodee can't open doors yet) he is pounding on the door in hopes to see his hero once again magically appear on my computer screen.

Maybe instead of the Island of Sodor the creators should've called it the Island of Sodom - because once you have a kid that becomes obsessed with Thomas, as mine has, you want to take everything that is associated with that useful little tank engine and shove it up someones ass...

I hope that made you laugh and didn't offend anyone too much - I know I certainly feel a lot better :-) "Their two, their four, their six, their eight...