This Train is Bound for Glory

About a week ago, Maeve, Michael and I were in the car headed up to Hanson for a visit. While traveling through Attleboro center, Maeve spotted the commuter rail train tracks from her car window and said, "Oh look Momma, the train tracks!" After her discovery, we talked about the commuter rail and the possibility of traveling in to the "big city" where Auntie Lee and Uncle Scott work, to have some fun for the day. To this she added, "Yeah, Mom, and YOU can drive the train!" I explained that I would not be driving the train, nor did I know how to drive the train and that instead, we would all be passengers on the train. We talked for a minute or two about what it means to be a passenger and then I asked her if she knew the name of the person who actually drives the train. To THIS, she answered very emphatically, "Yes Mom. Barack Obama."

A photo of my fellow passengers...