Mystery Train: Part Two – Trapped in the Closet

Mr. C was so excited this morning.    After three months, his missing battery powered Brio train has been found!

As posted earlier,  we somehow lost it within days of him getting it for his birthday.   We looked everywhere.  He was sad about it,  but surprisingly resigned to just having to ‘be on the lookout’  for the train.  I think I would have been inconsolable as a four year old if my birthday present was lost so quickly.  But Mr. C just sighed and said ‘That’s OK,  we’ll just try to look for it.’   Now this is not to say that he is a calm kid.  No,  just that his moods are entirely unpredictable.   Something that might have made me cry when I was four does not seem to bother him and then something that I would not have cared about will send him into a sobbing mess.  ‘Why does this happen, why, why, why’  is a common refrain, as he lies face down on the floor, weeping over my putting the coffee beans into the grinder instead of having him do it.  Who can know what a kid will do.

Anyway,  he was extremely excited about finding the train, which was nice to see.

‘Come and look at what I found!!  Yippeee!!!!!,  he said as he jumped around the house.

It was at the bottom of a large plastic bin that we were using to store some of his old clothes.   Ms. J and I were looking through it this morning to try to make some room in a closet.  What to keep, what to discard, what to give away, what to try to get over to the consignment store.  It was surprising to see Mr. C remember things that he used to wear, or sometimes not remember.   I thought that we had seen everything in the bin, and both Ms. J and I had moved on to a different project when he heard Mr. C start shouting.  He had continued to look at what was in the box, and there it was, at the bottom,  under all the clothes.

As we were going through the bin it occurred to me that ‘What he may or may not remember of his early years’ could be the subject of a blog post,  but instead today I’ll write about the train.  Which makes for a short post, but it does make for a happy four year old.





Mystery Train

How can an entire train engine go missing ?

For Mr. C’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, we bought him a Brio remote control train engine.  He already has a big box of wooden tracks and a variety of other engines, ramps, bridges, and tunnels.  So we thought this would be a good addition.  He can use a hand held remote to make the engine move forward and backward, and turn on its lights and have it make a whistle sound.

He played with it for about two days before the engine disappeared.   We still had the remote, but could not find the engine.  We looked everywhere.  Under beds, under chairs, in the basement, under radiators, in the closets.  This is a house that is filled with stuff.  It’s not as though it’s too messy, it’s just packed as full as it can be.  Ms. J and I got together when we were well into adulthood, so when we combined all of our stuff we ended up with two of everything.  Not just two of every kitchen item, like having two blenders and two coffee pots,  but also two of each piece of furniture.  We’ve been slowly paring down all this excess stuff, but it’s still a pretty packed house here.  So to look for anything that is lost can turn into a major project involving emptying out closets that are filled with boxes and looking under beds around more boxes.   We looked and looked, but  it was gone.    We still had the remote, but not the engine.

Then the engine appeared.  It was just sitting on the carpet in the living room one morning as if it had just been used. How did it get there ?   Did the cat take a joy ride in the middle of the night ?

Problem was that  now the remote had disappeared.  We looked everywhere again.  Under beds, under chairs, in the basement, under the radiators, in closets.  Now we had the engine, but no remote control.

I then lost track of the engine and it too went missing again.

A few days later the remote appeared under a bookcase.  Where did that come from ?

Since his birthday two weeks ago, he’s been able to play with the train for about 45 minutes.   Now it’s been about a week since we saw the engine last.  I’m trying to keep the remote in a safe place, and I’m watching the cat.

I’m sure it will turn up again,  most likely 10 years from now when Mr. C is a teenager