I have seen the Future and sadly, it's in the form of an anthropomordic train.
I am sitting here at a Starbucks (HEY, don't judge. It's not my Choice. This place is right down the street and I hate wasting Precious Babysitting Time DRIVING to someplace that serves RealCoffee) and there's this 3 year old boy who must be able to smell the fact that I am the Mother of a Boy because he keeps coming around and pulling out all of his creepy-assed Thomas the Train crap.
I had forgotten about Thomas and his equally disturbing Wheeled Sidekicks.
Sometimes, I feel incredibly underequipped to have a Boy. I am hoping to have a boy who will be obsessed with science and dinosaurs and bugs and pleaseohpleaseohplease Harry Potter. I mean, I can handle Hot Wheels, but that is about the extent I am interested in Transportation if my own LeadFoot isn't in charge of it. But Arun? Is already showing a fascination with wheels - even the ones on his stroller and high chair.
I am terribly frightened.