Dateline: 10 June 2015
Marlene and I drove to Erie, PA last Sunday to get our 3-year-old grandson, Futureman. He will be with us for a couple of weeks. Erie is a midway point between Toledo, OH (where future man lives with his mother) and our place here in central NY. We meet at a gas station off the interstate.
Future man's first words to me were, "Ride in tractor?" He kept asking it, over and over.
His pronunciation of "tractor" sounds a lot like "doctor." I had to ask his mother what he was saying.
Once I understood the question, I assured him that we would ride in the tractor when we got home. Nevertheless, he asked the question repeatedly for the next few hours. The little guy was really looking forward to a tractor ride.
So, shortly after we got home, Futureman put his work boots on and got his little wagon out. I put him and his wagon in my tractor wagon and we took a ride.
Down the road. Into my field. Back up the road. And then Futureman unloaded his wagon and got to work...