A year ago, at two-and-a-half, The Gibber knew the entire Thomas the Train Engine pantheon. He knew the names of all the engines and cars, probably down to their manufacturer, tonnage, service history, serial numbers and refitting dates. (Myself, I could tell the engines apart from the cars in the dark but only because the engines have things that stick up and hurt your feet differently).
This morning The Gibber held two engines up to me. “Daddy, who are these?”
I can distinguish them because their names are printed on the bottom. “That’s James, and that’s Skarloey,” I told him. This saddened me a little. He’s gone from being totally crazy about trains to having other pursuits: A little while later he was back to the Lego, building towers and spaceships, trains forgotten.
We saw Wall-E today (his first movie), and he sat through the entire thing. I predict that we will be stepping on a lot of Lego robots….