My little man’s face was a picture.
His big eyes were wide open.
I could see the delight in which he was living. He was in one of his favourite places’ he was on the 136 bus.
Yes that’s right my boy was enjoying a trip to the supermarket on the big bright red London bus. There is only one other place that I see that look on his face and that’s the train.
For a long time G has had a great interest with trains and buses. He loves to board the bus where he can then observe everything in great detail’ and then process it in his brain.
The doors and how they work is where his true love is. He often’ well always acts out the opening and closing motion that they make. He can do this for hours at a time. He likes to know where each and every train and bus is heading. He will then store the information and later repeat it over and over as he walks from side to side demonstrating the moving doors with his arms or even using household objects such as a pair of sunglasses or two pens.
Watch out. If you happen to be wearing a British rail uniform or any uniform that shows that you are employed by London transport. Because if you catch my son’s eye it is extremely possible that you are about to undergo a extensively long interview. This is near on impossible to avoid.
My little boys interest is nothing less or other then pure obsessive.
He can wear you down with his consistent chit chat regarding the Hayes train line or the 181 bus having just installed new green bars where these used to be yellow.
I would be lying if I said sometimes I don’t think “PLEASE GIVE IT A REST MATE” But when I see that sparkle in his eyes and that smile across his face I know in a instant this is what makes him happy. And if his happy mummys happy:)