Discontent begins so early.
Our boy woke up this morning whining, “I need a skid steer… I need a backhoe… I need a small dump truck.” (He already has a big one.) Just like that, today it dawned on him that mommy could buy these things. And should.
How many years will it be before talks like his uncles about the real tractors, cars, trucks, and/or ATVs he ought to buy?