For the Love of Trains

I guess it's something that is handed down from generation to generation, but Phillip loves trains. We spent an hour last night in Gainesville watching the yard engines and waiting for a train to pass. It came and we stood right up next to the track waving to the engineer. He waved back and tooot toooted. Phillip smiled and waved and then FREAKED OUT! He jumped out of my arms back into the van and insisted on watching the rest of the train pass from the comfort and safety of his car seat.