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For those of you that don't know, Drew is obsessed with anything truck or train related. We can thank his train obsession to our visit to GG's! Everytime the train would pass through, it would blow its whistle. Drew quickly leaned what the whistle meant. He would stop what he was doing, pause, listen, and then enthusiastically say, "Choo choo!" He would then get up, take your hand and lead you to the door. We would go out on the wrap-around porch and stand, watching the train go by. Then we would go sit on the porch swing. That lasted all of about 5 seconds. Then we would resume what we were doing until the next train passed through. Believe it or not, he even heard the whistles in the middle of the night. He would wake up crying, pointing to the stairs like he wanted to go see the train. It was not a very restful week! My dad took Drew down to playground, which is right next to the tracks (now that I think about it, it's really not a very safe concept...), where they would sit and wait for the train. Each time they would go, there would be no train. On the last night, they decided to try one more time. They had been gone for a while when I heard the whistle. I hoped they were still there so Drew could see a train close-up. Each time the whistle blows, it sends a series of six long whistles. As I listened, I heard one long whistle and then a series of short whistles as if the engineer were saying hi to Drew. Sure enough, when Drew and my dad got back, the engineer had seen them waving and waiting and had given them a little "shout out!" What a fun memory!








