Thomas. Percy. Duncan. Arthur.
Mason lives and breathes his toy train engines. I cannot keep my living room floor free of them. And the endless supply of track that comes with them. And train cars. And a train station, and a bridge, and a zip line.
Santa brought Mason his first motorized Thomas the Train set this last Christmas, when it took all the men present to correctly assemble the track. Since then, Mason has mastered the art of setting up the track on his own. Hence his semi-permanent residence on my living room floor.
Mason often lies down right next to his track to get as close to the action as possible.
"Mom, do you like trains?"
"Mom, can you help me build a giant train track? Pleeease?"
Oh, Mason. How can I say no? And what's that on your chin?