M just reported, "They let me sit in the machine, and touch the controls."
"What did it feel like?"
"Warm and Comfortable, I’m going back to watch some more. And B took pictures, 3 pictures." His eyes are shining like Christmas.
He had run to ask permission to sit in the back hoe, he’s been watching the sidewalk work all morning. Of course I said yes, and I sent B to photograph it too. I couldn’t go my self as I was feeding K and trying to settle her for her nap.
The first thing this morning, M went onto the front porch to watch the back hoe.
K was watching out the window.
He couldn’t hear me call that breakfast was ready, so I brought him his oatmeal out there.
Someone must have teased him, because when I came back for the dishes, he asked me what is porridge. I imagine one of the workers said, "Hey, where is my porridge?"
After breakfast, M threw his boots on over his pajama bottoms, and took up position in the garden. I’ve heard explanations about how to make sure things are strait lines, and when things don’t need to be really strait, and how much exercise it takes to be strong enough to do construction work.
M has not been bored once this morning.
"Momma, I liked those workers. They let me do things if the safety measures and um, permissions were there, and also they answered my questions. Did you know that they have a place on standby where they can get concrete bricks? No one teased me about porridge, I just wanted to know what the word meant."
There goes my title. Oops.
Must have been a very good day!