I was poking through old pictures and came across this one:
Damn he was cute. I remember this day. Zack was just under two and we had taken him to a local train fair. He had a serious love of Thomas going on. He was his usual irritable self but loving the trains. Then. He. Saw. The. Pickles. The child had a total meltdown until Daddy bought him a pickle the size of his head.
We also took that opportunity to buy little Mr. OCD a train shirt for everyday of the week. He used to refuse to take them off in the evening so I'd have to pretend to spill water on it every night (wet shirts were more horrible than not wearing a Thomas shirt). When we finally had five of them he was much easier to dress.