So the wee one has this train table. My parents got it for Christmas and it’s the source of HOURS of joy for my little one and my husband. A two year old however does not know you have to not mess with the track in order to play with it, so my husband glued it down to ensure fun times could be had. The wee one still pulls on it, ripping up the bridges, and track where he can. If nothing else he pulls on it, grunts really load, and has a lot of fun preteneding to be destructive. I’m not sure what it is, his age, being a boy…but nothing makes him happier than hitting, messes, and destruction.
I don’t care. :) It’s rather fun to watch pure ego in action.
Another toy the wee one got for Christmas broke too. Or rather my husband tells me my mom didn’t get all the screws out of the packaging before she gave it to us. Honestly I’m pissed at her. (Note: Sarcasm) How could she do that? Did she not know that it would cause us endless hours of frusteration? Didn’t she know that the screws would just snap anyway when my thug child tried to break it? Regard less the handle is broken.
Well my husband brings home gorilla glue and some other glue, and says he’s going to fix the toys. I think AWESOME. Now I’ve watched enough of “Tool Time” I should have TOTALLY known better.
He glued them last night, and I was impressed. He’s been really tired, and was trying to just sit last night and not do anything. So this morning, he started out telling me that he glued the toys.
“Oh I reglued the toys.”
“That’s so awesome honey!”
“The gorilla glue is a little foamy.”
“Did you seriously use gorilla glue on his toys?”
Silence, he just looks at me trying to gauge how pissed I am. I’m not really pissed. I’m incredibly amused. And besides, it doesn’t matter. They are just toys.
“It was a little foamy. See…”
I look at the toys and his really cute little Thomas the Train ride on is now foaming from the mouth. The train table is too, but it’s not a big deal because, well it just isn’t.
“I can’t believe you did that. I’m totally blogging this, and it’s REALLY freaking funny.”
Boy just smiles.
Seriously. He did all the PR for Gorilla Glue and knows EVERYTHING about this glue. SO he totally knew it was going to foam, and make the toys foam at the mouth. I totally know however that his desire to be manly and use gorilla glue was way to overpowering for him to handle.
Can’t you just see it? Grant has little friends over to play, and they’re playing…
“Grant - why does your Thomas have foaming stuff on it?”
Oh little boy, that’s just how we roll. 
