No Trains

There is a health food store nearby that I use for my gluten-free shopping.  Eli is often along when we make the quick dash in there to pick up some bread.  There have been several times in the last few months where, as we approach the door, he says,

"Why aren't trains allowed in this store, mom?"

I have always wondered where in the world he got that idea but just chalked it up to another one of his random thoughts and gave a quick answer along the lines of, "Trains can't go in any stores, bud."

Until today, when, as we approached the door, he pointed to a sticker placed in the very middle of the bottom edge of the door (where a three year old's eyes are probably pointed most of the time) and said, "Why aren't trains allowed in here, mom?"

Then I looked to where he was pointing and saw this:

I couldn't even answer through all the laughter.

I sure hope no body on that train needs any health food.