Lately my son always seems to want to go first. No matter if we are walking through our own house, he needs to be in front. At first I thought it was just him wanting to be in the lead. Not wanting to be left behind. Then, he started to articulate it a bit more.
“I am the engine, Mommy. You are the caboose.”
OHHHH. Perfect sense.
So, for several days, my husband and I take turns being the caboose. Never the engine. Until the other day.
My husband was walking my son to the car from his classroom. Down the hall they were, holding hands. My son looks to my husband and says, “Daddy, TWO ENGINES.”
Two engines are certainly better than one.