Daddy, Fix!

If you read "10 Reasons I Love Being a Father!" you now know that Daddy (that's me) is expected to be able to fix anything. My specialty is locomotive power engineering. In layman terms I replace batteries in toy trains.

Charlie's pride and joy is this little guy.

It is a powered wood train locomotive. It is self propelled, whistles and makes track click-clack sounds. If Charlie was preparing for a nuclear fallout and could only take one item, it would be this toy.

Once it is turned on Charlie does not turn it off. He lets it go until the battery runs completely out. When the battery dies the shouts of distress start. "Daddy, fix! Daddy, fix!"

We went through a 16 pack of AAA batteries in a few short days and I have not been to the store for a while to get more. For the past week I have heard "Daddy, fix!" atleast 137,458 times. I have had to come up with explanations, act like I was trying to repair the train and hide it so that he would forget about it until we got more batteries. I should invest in Energizer and Duracell. Whoever said Energizers keep going and going was not in contact with the designer of this power guzzling train.

After about a week of not being able to "fix" the train, Daddy is going to be a hero in the morning. I talked to Clyde the elf before he went back to the North Pole tonight and he came back with a surprise. It looks like a pack of AAA batteries to me.

Since Charlie has been a good boy, Santa sent an early gift. I hope that I remember to take video when he opens this package. Charlie will flip his flip when he sees what is inside.