Choo Choo

The other day I was working at my desk and Anne was playing on the floor next to me. I hear her say "Choo choo" out of nowhere. When I turned around, this is what I saw:





Anne has climbed into this box/basket that was just barely big enough for her and decided she wanted me to push her around. (We usually do this with a laundry basket while I say "Choo choo" pretending she is a train.) I love to see her depth of thinking change in a tangible way.