When I was a little girl, my grandmother read this to me many, many times. This little engine was able to bring milk to all the good little boys and girls in the city where another bigger engine had failed.
Never mind that I hated milk, I was impressed that the train kept saying, I think I can, I think I can over and over.
In response to yesterday's post where I admitted being discouraged, someone wrote "You CAN do it"
I don't think I can, I know I can. All without drinking milk.