The other day Jeff took the kids out for a ride on the neighbors golf cart. As they drove away as I stood with Luke in my arms ... He had an epic meltdown screaming "Choo! Choo!"
So today it was decided we would all go on the gold cart. Luke sat in my lap in the front and squealed and smiled while the cart moved - and cried and hollered "go" if it stopped.
We got off at the park to play. Luke swung about two times on the swing and was desperate to get off (which is unusual). I let him off, he screamed "choo choo" and made a beeline for the golf cart. At that point he refused to get off and was clearly trying to figure out how to make it go.
We went out again for a drive and thought he might enjoy being in the back w the other kids. Nope. Another tantrum. He literally tried to climb over my shoulder to the front. I went back into the front and he was all smiles once again.
Since then he will not stop asking for "choo choo". He's totally obsessed.
