It was a big day in the life of 4 y.o. Jacob. Like most 4 y.o. he played hard. He'd already run the aisles with cousin David Wayne at church.
With vim and vigor, he took me by the hand pulling, insisting I take him to my car. Sadly, little thing stepped in a hole and about fell. But he's a trooper, he recovered quickly.
He rode in the backseat with GrammyPam and Grandpa John in the front, to go eat out at Byrd's Smokehouse. They serve pulled pork, pulled chicken, pulled beef barbecue sandwiches, ribs, and noodles. Oh, let's not forget the blackberry cobbler!
On the way there, sister Lilly gets excited when she sees the building and the big sign overhead.
"Oh, I remember this place. I love this place!"
7 year old Lilly addresses her brother, "Jacob, they have the best mac and cheese. You will like it!"
At her side in his car seat, this 4 year old made a decisive decision, "I'm staying in the car."
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Here at our house Jacob chased the kitten with big sister Lilly.
He played with the metal yellow digger that his dad had just repaired, welded as a matter of fact.
He dumped out all the Hot Wheels cars.
He played with favorite toys on the steps.
Then he went to the garage to help himself to yet another favored toy; he begged for the "big" digger. Taking his mom to the corner of the garage he showed her where it was tucked away way in the back.
It's a riding toy with a front bucket that came with 2 plastic gray boulders, and a yellow hard hat.
As I was squishing between the tables and totes to get to it, I asked, "Do you want the boulders?"
"No", and he was firm about it, "I just want to be a junior builder."
And he parked the yellow hat on his little yellow-haired head.
I'm thinking what does this 4 y.o. know about being a junior builder? And what does it have to do with NOT using the boulders? Something he's seen on tv or in a book, I'm sure. Too cute.
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Hard play is exhausting. And it makes one hungry. I could tell. His visage and word explained it all. Jacob took one of my new throw pillows and parked it in the kitchen chair, then he squiggled himself up and in front of it -- LOL, a little blond haired boy with a pillow at his back seated at the kitchen table, and no one else around. One word, that's all that was needed, just one word.
"Baghetti!"
Now, what's a GrammyPam to do?
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