Yesterday, we enjoyed a town festival in which Jonah danced to live music, played mini-golf with friends, and threw water balloons until they burst. All morning, he pointed to the Roaming Railroad and excitedly shouted "choo-choo!" We asked him if he wanted to ride the train, and after a few enthusiastic nods, we loaded him up next to Mommy on the seat. And Jonah screamed. And screamed. And screamed. I thought maybe once we got moving he would calm down, but in retrospect, we should have aborted immediately. He kept reaching out and yelling for Dada (who was taking pictures) to save him from the moving abomination. So sorry to all our fellow passengers!
Today we drove up to a farm that has some animals to see and playground. The caveat: they make you ride their train to get to the play area from the parking lot! The screaming ensued - all the way there, and all the way back. (It would seem that leaving Daddy behind wasn't a contributing factor, which I had considered yesterday.) Poor kid is probably scarred for life. We're going to lay off trains until Jonah is willing to climb aboard on his own.
