PIGS ON A TRAIN

Know what I think I love most about being a grandmother? It's the funny little surprises you sometimes find around the house, after the grandkids have been for a visit. On his last visit, our little Goober did tell me that his commuter train needed passengers, but all I remember is thinking "How does a 2 year old even know what passengers are?"

It wasn't until after he'd gone home, and I was trying to get the house back in order, that I discovered this.

Now, every time I walk through our living room, I find myself with a big ol' goofy grin on my face, remembering those pigs on a train.