I have a whole new respect for Papa.....fixing derailments is a time consuming thing. Papa gave us a train to put around our tree when Brianna was born. This is the first year since the girls could move that we were brave enough to put it up. I am seriously hoping that our house does not burn down before Christmas. Daily I receive a major electric shock after walking across the family room floor. This is my clue that the train has been derailed and not turned off thereby charging our carpet something fierce.
Papa, where are you when you are needed?