When the Little Monkey was littler, I was a bit reticent to get him Thomas the Tank Engine books and paraphernalia. I had the impression it was annoyingly twee, and I didn’t relish the idea of being beholden to a marketing juggernaut. But gradually the books crept in, some of them a bit rubbs, others not so; and the boy enjoyed the stories with his eponymous engine, so I decided not to stand, literally and figuratively, in the trains’ path…
For those who aren’t conversant with the ‘Little Monkey’ dialect, he’s telling us that “Toby’s got cow catchers, sideplates, and a coach called Henrietta”. The boy knows his stuff…
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