Saturday, August 15, 2009

Crackhoes

One of my son's favorite things is a crackhoe. Yep, you read that right. Of course, he means "trackhoe." He just can't pronounce the "tr" blend very well, so it comes out as "crackhoe." (And I decided to spell it that way without a space between the K and the H so that anyone Googling the other meaning of the word doesn't get directed to this blog.)

When we are driving around town, he'll see heavy machinery and call it by name. It's either a crane, crackhoe or front end loader. And, yes, he gets the distinctions right. On Thursday, I drove up to the local heavy equipment rental store and asked the nice man there if I could let my son see their equipment. (Not THAT equipment, y'all! Sheesh!) The nice man said yes and let Jackson walk out to the lot and go crazy. He ran from machine to machine saying, "Wook at dat! Whass dat?!" over and over. At first, he was hesitant to climb the machines, but then he got braver and asked to sit in the seats. It was so adorably cute and I was truly overjoyed to see such happiness on his face.

I am so blessed that I get to do this type of fun stuff with my kids. And so lucky that the nice man at the rental store indulged my two-year-old like this.

4 comments:

Mary W said...

Too flippin cute! He is getting so big...I am missing out on so much! Move to NC!

Beth Mc said...

That is such a great idea. You can totally see he is in his happy place. He is such a boy. What a cutie. Sorry Mary but you all can't move.

Gina said...

SO cute. So darn cute. Logan would love that adventure!

Michelle said...

crackhoe!! hahahhahhaaaaaaa!!!!! hysterical.

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