This morning Cindy took Kenzie to ballet, so I asked Mason what he wanted to do. He said, "go look for tractors and Honeybuckets." Rather random, but feasible. So, off we went to the Highlands. We found a construction site and watched several dump trucks get filled with dirt. The tractor operator saw us after a while and came over to chat. He explained that the fascination with large machinery is a life-long obsession for boys, but he counseled Mason that there are better jobs out there.

Then in the afternoon we went to a pumpkin patch and, voila, another tractor. How exciting can one day get for a 3 year old boy?