My son Takeh loves his Shinkansen Toya.
Instead of connecting the tracks and running the Shinkansen on them, or rolling them around on the floor, he prefers to line them up like a collection.
I think a child develops a unique obsession and aesthetic after the age of two.
He is like that, but sometimes he deliberately rolls the Shinkansen to the back of the sofa. And then he shouts loudly, “It’s not there!” he exclaims. At first, I thought it was because he had accidentally rolled the Shinkansen under the sofa due to an error in his strength. But as he kept repeating “It’s not there!”, I watched him from a distance and realized that he had intentionally rolled the bullet train under the sofa to get his parents’ attention.
There’s no Shinkansen!
It’s not here. Where is the Shinkansen?
and he got down on all fours and pointed under the sofa.
He has already learned how hard to roll the Shinkansen so that it stops right at the edge of the wall. If he rolls the Shinkansen too hard, it will hit the wall and bounce back. But even I, as an adult, could not reach it when it was right at the edge of the wall. I had to use the rails to pull the Shinkansen out.
He looks very happy to see me like this. He is happy to see his parents making an effort for him.
Takeh, it doesn’t matter, your father and mother work hard to pay for your daily meals and rent. I want you to be grateful for their work as well. But I don’t think it’s easy for you to understand that “my parents work. After all, in my case, I’m just doing something on the computer at home, teleworking. I’m sure he thinks, “Even though it’s called work, it looks easy.