Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My cousin Kim and her three boys passed along a wonderful, wooden Thomas the Tank Engine set of tracks and trains to my son Bob. He adores it. Like many guys his age, he worships dutifully at the altar of Thomas. It is a large collection and Bob has developed a particular fondness for a train named Percy.
Percy is a green, number six, 0-4-0, Avonside, saddle-tank engine and has the distinction of being Thomas’s best friend. He is also pretty close with Bob and travels with us most of the time.
On a recent outing to Von’s, Bob sat in the shopping cart as we waited to check out. He asked for his beloved train. After I fished around in my purse for a minute I realized that I had left Percy at home. This didn’t sit well with Bob. He began wailing loudly for Percy. Also, Bob has not yet mastered the pronunciation of the sound made by the letter “R.”
“I want P***y!”
“I need P***y!”
“Where’s the P***y?”
“I need P***y! I need it! I need it!”
I explained to the laughing folks that made up the rest of the line, “He really misses his cat.”