![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Well-Trained
Sep. 29th, 2010 09:13 pm Today, driving Sparkle home from the pediatrician's (we got the Star Wars room, so Sparkle was quite pleased, also, well checkup checked up well) we approached the railroad tracks near our house.
These infamous tracks featured in Sparkle's close encounter with a train, in which her scooter (but luckily, not she) was struck.
Now, today, there were a bunch of construction workers and equipment doing work near the crossing, moving gravel, and replacing ties under the rails. The rail road crossing lights were flashing. As we approach, a construction worker waves us across with his orange flag of attention seeking. I start to sing "I've Been Working on the Rail Road," and Sparkle starts to raise a fuss. At first, I thought she was objecting to my singing, not an unusual occurrence.
"TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN LIGHTS NOOOOOO AUUUUUGH STOP MOMMY STOP YOU NOT GOOOOOO AUUUUUUGH!" Sparkle wails. We bump over the tracks.
"BAD MOMMY BAD BAD you not listen! Lights on, you NO GO! Train hit you, and you can't get all better!" Oh, she was furious!
I explained that she was right, and also about construction, and warning lights for that, and being waved over, but Sparkle really didn't get over it until we baked blueberry muffins. And even then, she got the last word in, telling me that I wasn't allowed to "play email on the computer" until we were done.
At least I know the lesson from December 2008 has, in fact, sunk in.
These infamous tracks featured in Sparkle's close encounter with a train, in which her scooter (but luckily, not she) was struck.
Now, today, there were a bunch of construction workers and equipment doing work near the crossing, moving gravel, and replacing ties under the rails. The rail road crossing lights were flashing. As we approach, a construction worker waves us across with his orange flag of attention seeking. I start to sing "I've Been Working on the Rail Road," and Sparkle starts to raise a fuss. At first, I thought she was objecting to my singing, not an unusual occurrence.
"TRAIN TRAIN TRAIN LIGHTS NOOOOOO AUUUUUGH STOP MOMMY STOP YOU NOT GOOOOOO AUUUUUUGH!" Sparkle wails. We bump over the tracks.
"BAD MOMMY BAD BAD you not listen! Lights on, you NO GO! Train hit you, and you can't get all better!" Oh, she was furious!
I explained that she was right, and also about construction, and warning lights for that, and being waved over, but Sparkle really didn't get over it until we baked blueberry muffins. And even then, she got the last word in, telling me that I wasn't allowed to "play email on the computer" until we were done.
At least I know the lesson from December 2008 has, in fact, sunk in.
