My husband, son and I live in a little estate in a small village in Co. Cork. Our house backs on to a farmer's field, and if my son Henry stands in his crib and looks out the window, he sometimes will catch the farmer tending the crop in his tractor. This has triggered a tractor *obession* with Henry, the first word out of his mouth when he wakes is tractor (quite literally).
"What's that? A tactow! What's that? Wheew? What's that? TACTOW!!!"
Yesterday I went to collect my car from my mechanic, who is also a farmer (Ireland for you), and he let Henry 'drive' one of his tractors! Well, we've now created a Tractor Bore. We will never hear the end of it.
"Where is the tactow? Where did it dow?"
Deep, deep joy.
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Boys will be boys, we don't farm, but we do have tractors, I can get anything I want done if it involves my husband -on one of his tractors!
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Ahh how cute :) Children love tractorS :) Does Bob the Builder have a tractor??
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My grandson is a collector of all John Deere Tractors stuff. And even got me to do a cross stitch for him. I have recently made him a file cover with John Deere tractors fabric.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sweet photo. One of my own boys loved fire engines and like this once got to sit in one! Ah the innocence of youth. Thanks for visiting my blog Jessamyn, I hope you post some photos of your 1:1 flower shop soon! I need inspiration. Best wishes, Carol :)
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