On Saturday, we went downtown to the Saturday Market, which this time was featuring a Touch-A-Truck display. Touch-A-Truck is just what it sounds like - a bunch of trucks that kids can touch, sit on, climb on, lick...you know, whatever those crazy kids wanna do.
Drew, like most boys his age, is fascinated by big trucks. If it's large and yellow and has big tires, it's a "dig-dirt" and it's the most wonderful thing he's ever seen. His friend Alex is so obsessed that he actually knows all their proper names, like excavator and backhoe and such. If it's large and it's yellow and has big tires AND it has flashing lights, well, color Drew died and gone to heaven.
So, obviously, he was a big fan of Touch-A-Truck.
Here he is standing in the bucket of what I think is an excavator. Alex's dad told me what it was, but I've since forgotten the subtle difference between the excavator and the backhoe.
Here he is "driving" the excavator. He sat up there and sang that infernal "I dig dirt" song about 50 times, not caring in the least about the line of antsy children waiting behind him.
Drew and his friend Brandon explored the fire truck together, stopping every so often to hug each other and then run away laughing.
And then Drew and Brandon hopped in the police car together, where the nice police officer let them sound the siren, over and over and over again. I hope he was getting paid lots of overtime to sit and listen to a bunch of preschoolers wail that siren non-stop.
I asked Drew what a police car does, and he said, "Catches the bad guys!"
After watching our children fondle all the trucks, Alex and Brandon and Drew all went to Sticky Fingers for lunch. (Of course, I and their parents accompanied them.) I ordered Drew a hot dog and mac-n-cheese, of which he ate approximately 1.5 bites of the pasta and nibbled at a corner of the hot dog bun. I swear I don't know how that boy is staying alive.
And, apropos of absolutely nothing, I've decided to include some pictures I took when we got home, so you can all see how pretty my flowers are. Look - I can plant stuff in the ground and it actually grows! Of course, before I bought them I perused the Better Homes & Gardens website to find plants that were classified as "drought-resistant", which really should read, "They'll live even if you are neglectful and lazy and never water them."
Saturday afternoon, my copy of the last Harry Potter book arrived. I'm halfway through it so far (it's hard to read when you have an almost-three-year-old constantly demanding your attention and obviously not understanding the importance of finding out whether Snape is really evil or not) and I brought it to work with me so I should make some good headway on it during my lunch break.