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Terror On The Tracks
I bring Sebastian up to Boston twice a week to spend the day with my parents. He's pretty good on the train, all in all. But this morning he gave me the scare of my life.
He'd been good on the trip, and as the train slowed down to stop at Ruggles (our stop), I got him into his coat and hat without too much fuss. My left hand was loaded down with my bag and his backpack (he'd insisted on bringing it). I led him by the hand down the aisle and down the stairs towards the door. Had I mentioned that our morning train is a double-decker? It is.
But the train had slowed down too early, and was still some distance from the station. So we had to stand there for about five minutes while it slowly pulled in. During that time, Sebastian discovered a new trick: he pulled his hat down to completely cover his face. It was pretty cute; he started tilting his head back to peek at people. When the train pulled to a stop, though, I pulled up his hat, took his hand, and headed towards the door.
Can you see where this is going? I wouldn't be surprised. Just before we got to the door, Sebastian suddenly pulled his hat completely over his face again, and stepped straight into the six-inch gap between the train and the station platform. Down he went into the gap, which oddly enough is something that I think he's been having nightmares about lately - he's talked about "Daddy train falling" and about falling near the train in general.
Of course, I had a firm grip on his hand...and hauled him straight up and onto the platform. In fact, I hauled him up so firmly that his shoe remained behind, wedged about six inches down between the train and the side of the platform! I was pretty upset, naturally, so when I stood Sebastian on the platform (and you can bet I had a very solid grip on him) I told him to stand still while I tried to go down with my other hand to grab the shoe. Fortunately someone else was able to reach it before I was. I said "thanks", grabbed the shoe, Sebastian (carrying him, since he was only wearing one shoe), and everything else, and headed towards the elevator.
Sebastian knew that all was not well. He immediately tried to make a diversion by asking for kisses and hugs, as he often does when he thinks he's been bad. Smart boy! But I was still pretty shaky. Too shaky to even get his shoe back on, so I carried him, his bag, my bag, and his shoe up the elevator, across the station, over to the next elevator, and out to my father's car - by which point I was about ready to have another hernia.
But we're all okay, so that ends that.
He'd been good on the trip, and as the train slowed down to stop at Ruggles (our stop), I got him into his coat and hat without too much fuss. My left hand was loaded down with my bag and his backpack (he'd insisted on bringing it). I led him by the hand down the aisle and down the stairs towards the door. Had I mentioned that our morning train is a double-decker? It is.
But the train had slowed down too early, and was still some distance from the station. So we had to stand there for about five minutes while it slowly pulled in. During that time, Sebastian discovered a new trick: he pulled his hat down to completely cover his face. It was pretty cute; he started tilting his head back to peek at people. When the train pulled to a stop, though, I pulled up his hat, took his hand, and headed towards the door.
Can you see where this is going? I wouldn't be surprised. Just before we got to the door, Sebastian suddenly pulled his hat completely over his face again, and stepped straight into the six-inch gap between the train and the station platform. Down he went into the gap, which oddly enough is something that I think he's been having nightmares about lately - he's talked about "Daddy train falling" and about falling near the train in general.
Of course, I had a firm grip on his hand...and hauled him straight up and onto the platform. In fact, I hauled him up so firmly that his shoe remained behind, wedged about six inches down between the train and the side of the platform! I was pretty upset, naturally, so when I stood Sebastian on the platform (and you can bet I had a very solid grip on him) I told him to stand still while I tried to go down with my other hand to grab the shoe. Fortunately someone else was able to reach it before I was. I said "thanks", grabbed the shoe, Sebastian (carrying him, since he was only wearing one shoe), and everything else, and headed towards the elevator.
Sebastian knew that all was not well. He immediately tried to make a diversion by asking for kisses and hugs, as he often does when he thinks he's been bad. Smart boy! But I was still pretty shaky. Too shaky to even get his shoe back on, so I carried him, his bag, my bag, and his shoe up the elevator, across the station, over to the next elevator, and out to my father's car - by which point I was about ready to have another hernia.
But we're all okay, so that ends that.