The Twactor

For the past two weeks we've had a skid loader in our yard. Since we enjoy being outside so much we finally decided to be done with our tired, sad, little concrete patio and install a new one much more to our liking.

Little man has greatly enjoyed this flurry of activity. And he also has a new best friend ... "the twactor."

At first little man was intrigued, but petrified, with the giant yellow beast in the yard. He wanted to see it, but clung to mommy for dear life when we neared it.

Now we can't get him off of it.

It all started one day when I told little man to touch it. He was scared, but mustered up enough courage to lightly touch it with one finger and then run screaming back to mommy.

Then he would insist upon touching it again.

And again.

Quickly becoming more enamored with "the twactor," little man would then sit in the bucket.

And quickly burst out into big belly laughs.

"Mommy, look at meeee," he would say. "I sit in bucket."

{insert belly laugh here}

Then the day came ... the day in which little man wanted to sit inside the tractor.

I hoisted little man into the seat. And he was instantly in love.

"Mommy, twactor goes like this ... ruuuummmppffffff. Beeeeeep. Shuuuuuu."

As happy as I am that little man conquered his fear, the problem is now it's all he ever talks about.

When we are at home all he wants to do is "see twactor."

When we leave for preschool in the morning we have to say good-bye to it.

The entire ride home from preschool it's all he talks about. And when we pull up to the house, he immediately runs to it.

We even have to say goodnight to it before we go to bed.

It's safe to say little man has a twactor obsession.

And in the upcoming days I will have a new conundrum.

What do I tell little man when the last stone is laid and the twactor leaves?

Say a prayer for me, for it won't be pretty.