Tootle

Hazel is a train. Some days she is a spider-train, and occasionally she is a spider-cat-train. Lately, she's mostly just a train.

She likes to be called Tootle. This is a Golden Book, about a train who keeps getting off the tracks and having fun in a meadow. Eventually he learns his lesson and grows up to be a fast train betwee New York and Chicago.

Hazel (sorry, Tootle), does train arms, where she waves her arms around as she runs. They are meant to be train wheels, I think. Her technique is a bit sketchy.

Ivy also professes to be Tootle, but she's not as heartfelt about it. I think she wants to be Tootle so that she can match Hazel.

Me: Hazel, can you please come over here so I can put your socks on?

Hazel: Tootle!

Me: Sorry. Tootle, can you come get your socks on please?

Hazel: Tootle is getting her socks on. Here I come. Socks on Tootle's feet. Tootle has socky feet.