This morning, Lucy woke up and came out to the living room. When I turned on the light, the first words out of her mouth were, “Whoa! Sodor is in trouble.”
Yes, yes it is.
For the record, the pieces of orange track lying across the wooden pieces were commandeered by the girls because they needed MOAR FIRE! Did I mention they love coming up with diabolical catastrophes to befall the fair island of Sodor?
Yep. THOSE are my girls. You can’t have ‘em.