Yesterday evening I stood Tom on the front windowsill to watch Mummy drive away.
'Mummy won't be long. She's going to see the chiropractor' I said, by way of explanation.
Pause. Thoughtful gaze out of the window.
'There's a bus!!' Tom shrieked excitedly.
More thoughtful pausing.
'Mummy gone to see Garry Tractor. In the field!'
The obsession with all things vehicular runs deep. I love the fact that he doesn't question why Mummy would be going to a field at 6pm to see a tractor. That's what he would do if we'd only let him out of the darned house!