The Boy™ In Action.

My son, like most boys his age (3 in February) has a devoted love for all things wheeled or tracked. Lately, he has developed a cult-like devotion to the There Goes A Tractor/Bulldozer/Police Car/Etc. series of videos, featuring the booming authoritative voice and slapstick humor of Dave Hood.

If they aren't played with metronomic frequency, Dale goes into an "Ooooohhh...." funk. Well, last night we promised him he could watch Tractor this morning (he made a request to watch it approximately three seconds before bathtime was announced--his timing is impeccable).

Like all toddlers, he never forgets a promise by Mom or Dad. So, he hops out of the seat after breakfast and runs to the bedroom (changing out of his PJs was part of the deal). Heather is slow to follow. Suddenly, we hear "Right now, Mama! One...two...three..."

Stifling laughter, I peer down the hall, and see him gesturing like a mini-me Mussolini as he slows the countdown.

Never a dull moment.