We spent the morning knee-deep in colorful plastic. He added some torpedoes to ordinarily harmless Harold the Helicopter. She made a western town with a waterfall flowing off a mountain.
When I told him he put the C sticker on his garbage truck backwards, he said, “I know. I like it that way.”
The best thing about parenting, for me, is watching these lumps of cells develop into actual decision-making people. How lucky am I that I get a front row seat for this transformation?