Typical

My son is obsessed with trains, so we have a train track permanently set up in our living room. Invariably, when we ask Asher what he wants to do, he replies, "Um, let's play choo choos."

This is Asher's train:

Derails around every corner due to unmanageable length

 Also these:

Waiting on a turntable. HANDS OFF!

And these, too:

Resting in the shed. DO NOT TOUCH!

This is what Jake and I "get" to use:

"Scrappy," the lamest engine on Sodor

This is some sort of metaphor for parenting, no?