A bonus post!

Today as we were running errands, we drove by a place where they were doing construction. There was a backhoe digging in the ground, and from the back seat comes "short!" or "wart!". I had no idea what she was saying until I looked to see what she was pointing at: the backhoe. She was calling it a "Snort"!

For all those without toddlers in the house, let me backup and tell you about a book called "Are you my mother?". In this book, there is a baby bird who falls out of the nest and goes looking for his mother. It is not a kitten, not a dog, not a cow. Then it thinks the giant backhoe, which makes the noise "snort" and thus is called Snort by the baby bird, must be his mother. The Snort puts the bird back into his nest where he is reunited with his real mother. Grace loves to read, but I've never really known how much was absorbed until recently when I watch her read to herself, and she remembers some of the words on the pages. I guess she remembered the Snort from the book, and not knowing it was called anything else, was estatic that a Snort really exists! She told Daddy all about it when he got home. Aparently, it was the highlight of her day.