The heart wants what the heart wants.

Bitty was not happy with me on Thursday night. It was a lot like this reporter in Colorado: 

http://now.msn.com/dan-daru-kdvr-reporter-makes-toddler-cry-on-live-television

I brought it on by "grounding" a couple of trains that he had thrown; apparently I wasn't playing with them correctly. The rest of the night he was tearful and kept pointing up at them in the top of the closet. This morning, I took a picture of them. 

And then I lined up the rest I could find- not including the bigger Thomases or the remote control one that steams, or the other hundred things that he could play with. 

So one of these days, I'm going to ask him what it was about these two.