Dear LittleDude,
You just came and grabbed my hand, telling me "Come on, Mom! Come get on the train!" Then you led me in the opposite direction of your ride-on train (which would probably break under me anyway) and led me into every room of the house until we got to your bedroom. That is where I discovered you were saying, "Come on, Mom! Come get my train!" since the Thomas engine you decided to sleep with last night was stuck under your bed.
Good job using your manners when I got it for you. That was a very good "Thanks, Mom."
I love you.
Love, Mommy
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