When Joshua was first learning to put words together to form mini-sentences, before he even learned to say "want" or "please," he used to say "lights trains, lights trains!" as soon as we came home, meaning he wanted us to turn on the lights in his bedroom so he could play with his Thomas trains. But somewhere along the way he grew tall enough to reach the light switch by himself, his interests broadened to include things other than trains, and now that the twins actually have a bed in their bedroom, there is significantly less space for them to play with trains. And so Joshua stopped saying, "lights trains, lights trains!"
Well, the other evening we once again came home to a dark house and out of the blue, Joshua said in his former fashion, "lights trains, lights trains!" Until then, we had forgotten that he used to say this all the time, and it hadn't occurred to us that he'd ever stopped. We playfully chided him as we reminisced about the boys' younger days, and Joshua's face broke out into a mischeivous grin, knowing full well that he'd said something cute that had stirred our nostalgia.
And so here I sit at half past midnight when I should be sleeping, creating a written record of "lights trains, lights trains!" before it escapes my memory yet again, mourning the loss of a plethora of other quirky little things that the boys have said and done on a regular basis which we have since taken for granted and forgotten.
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