The calming chatterboxes in the back of the MomMobile were giggling about the day’s misdeeds, when we rolled to a stop across the street from a recently razed corner market.
MOMMEEE!!! DIGGER MOVE DIRT! MIXER! Mixer get blanket at dark. DOZERDOZERDOZER! MOMMEE!!! TRACTOR!
It was Apocolypse Now – Toddler version. If a garbage truck had been added to the mix, there may have been cause for aneurysm concern. Continue reading