Hugs + kisses to Grandma + Grandpa for sending the biggest, baddest birthday box ever! It was sitting on the porch waiting for us to arrive home. And finally we did. Buby spotted it first. I recognized my mom's signature brown paper & black Sharpie. Buby screeched "Yeah! A gift! For me!" He carried it in and tried his darnedest to open it without my help. He saw Thomas wrapping and gasped... again. The box was full of choochoo fun, including these cool conductor duds. He's wearing the hat now. Oh joy.