We had the Basher's birthday recently. I often feel somewhat guilty that it tends to eclipse my Mother's birthday; it being the same day. But she professes not to feel that way.
We took him on a steam train - I think he's still a little young to really enjoy it, but he seemed fascinated enough by the engine and was too scared to go in the driver's cabin. My boy - the great big jessie! I'll take that as a positive thing, in that he doesn't appear to be overly enamoured with trains to the point of obsessiveness. That way lies trainspotting...
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