Colter begins fourth grade today. Yesterday, we met his teacher at the open house, dropped off his notebooks and other supplies at his desk, ran into a few friends buying T-shirts, and then he became subconsciously nostalgic for his "younger years."
At least, that's how I'm choosing to intrepret his sudden onset re-interest in trains.
First, he wanted to watch "Thomas and the Magic Railroad." As soon as I heard that tinny music and saw those bizzare trains that aspire to be "really useful," I remembered Colter's obsessive interest in them. For about two years, we played trains, watched train videos, and read books about trains, especially Thomas, James, Gordon, Henry, Lady, and on and on and on. I was so grateful when he finally discovered dinosaurs.
But last night, after watching just a few scenes of the movie, I must have grown a little nostalgic too, because I reminded him that there was a time when he loved trains as much as he now loves his GameCube.
So, he got out his old Brio track and windmill and station house, and whoo-whoo! We were on the floor of his room, five years old all over again.
I've decided this two steps forward, one step back regression must be a sign of maturity. Mustn't it be?