My boys love construction machines.
Like, seriously love them.
Without a moments hesitation, those boys can identify any piece of constrction machinery.
“Hey Mom! A skid steer!”
“Hey Mom! A backhoe loader!”
“Hey Mom! A combine harvester!”
Okay, okay…we don’t see a lot of combine harvesters in Northern NJ.
But, if we did, those boys would be all over it!
After baseball, most kids take advantage of the awesome park at the baseball fields.
Not my boys.
They head straight for the construction toys, conveniently located at the messiest part of the park.
The sandbox.
I know, I know…
A lot of parents won’t let their kids play in a public sandbox for fear of what lurks below.
Me?
I’ve got three kids, two of which are boys.
We live dangerously.
