The Great Train Crisis of 2012.
Tap tap on my arm, "Mama? Ah Thomas? Ah Percy?". "I don't know, bud. Are they in your room?". A look of whole body sadness comes over Pants and tears come to his eyes. "Ah Thomas, ah Percy?" and the tears spill out. Oh boy. A very selfish part of me ached for the coffee and mindless computer games that I had wanted enjoy and ease into the day. I mean, it was, in fact, the ass crack of dawn and for fifteen seconds I wanted to join him in a mournful cry. But his sadness became more important than mine and we began the hunt for Thomas and Percy. His most beloved toys. Above all others, Thomas and Percy are kings. Kings of the Pants Family toy kingdom. In his three year old world, this qualified as a crisis. A real crisis. I think to myself, Suck it up, Mama Pants. This boy needs your help. His sadness is real and you are his only hope for happiness this morning. You are his Obi-Wan. And with that symbolic slap across the face, I set out to help my boy.
Two hours later the world would be right again. Zoinks! You read that right. Two. Solid. Hours. Two hours of sweating and searching. Desperation getting the better of me at times as I offered toys and game ideas that I knew he wouldn't go for. His best friends were missing! This was a crisis situation. I texted Daddy, "Defcon Five. Have you seen Thomas and Percy?". He texted back that he hadn't seen them and offered their usual haunts. Which I knew. I resisted the urge to text back, "Well, DUH!", because he was trying to help and me being an ungrateful butthole was not going to help.
The search continued.
I found Tiny Thomas. Tiny Thomas is just ridiculous. It is a Christmas ornament. It's tiny. The wheels don't move. I guess I just don't know why we even keep him around. I try to give him to Mr. Pants anyway. "Ah NOT WANT DAT!!". I make a mental note to destroy Tiny Thomas someday.
On my way back to the computer, ready to get in some me time, Mr. Pants takes my hand. "C'mon, Mama! Ah pway ah Thomas Percy!". He's smiling at me. Offering me the greatest gift he has to give. Asking me to play with him. He wants to share his best friends with me. I tell him I'll be right back. I head into the kitchen to pour my coffee into a travel mug with a lid.
That way if it gets hit by a runaway train, it will be safe. Alright, little dude. Let's play some trains.
Oh, and it would seem Plum prefers the grey track, the big tunnel and the Tiny Thomas. So I make a mental note not to off Tiny Thomas just yet.