Since taking Violet to see Thomas the Tank Engine the other day, my husband and I have been bombarded with requests to see him again.
“See Thomas? Ok, go see Thomas.”
“Outside? Go see Thomas?”
“See Topham Hatt?”
“Go car. Go see Topham Hatt.”
Sometimes, she requests to go in a whisper, as if her tone will change our minds.
“Pssst, hey, Mamma,” she says softly. “Go see Thomas?”
Jerry and I have tried our best to explain that seeing Thomas in person is a once-a-year event at best. My husband eventually resorted to telling her that Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt had to go home to the Island of Sodor.
This approach worked for about two days.
This morning, as I was checking my email, Violet was watching one of her Thomas DVDs. She approached me, and looked at me hopefully.
“So-dor?” She said uncertainly. “I-da Sodor? Okay, go I-da Sodor!”
Wish me luck with explaining that the Island of Sodor is an imaginary place…
If she understands Heaven at all - I think you'll be okay. haha, or you can say that they are hibernating.
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