Like John Deere

Like John Deere. 

My two and a half year old grandson is a boy who knows what he likes. He might bypass the homemade waffles, and the maple syrup, but don't think he's going to let the strawberries go to waste. 

Given the opportunity to watch TV he's going to insist on Charlotte's Web, and not the cartoon version. He'll tell you that Templeton is a mouse, and not a rat. He knows how to check for okra in the garden, and he can turn on the sprinkler all by himself.  

He's been known to carry a  child-sized bale of hay to feed his horse Lilly, and is starting to enjoy singing with a make-shift microphone. As I've written before he'll dance on a dime, and keeps us all laughing. 

If given the chance he'd spend way too much time on my iPad watching colored marbles fall into the back of muti-colored dump trucks, all the while singing The Farmer in the Dell. Of course, his version is basically just, "Dell."

For all his many interests his love of tractors seems to be his favorite.  He hitches up trailers, plows, and spreaders, and entertains himself far longer than a two year old should with not only modern day versions, but with vintage tractors played with by his Dad and Pop. 

The other day he helped his Mom prepare dinner, as she was chopping up some green onions. She pointed out to him their name, and he responded, "Green, like John Deere." You gotta love this kid!