A Boy Thing

For the last few weeks city workers have been working in the drainage ditch behind our house. I think we thought they were just cleaning it out, but it sure is taking a long time. In the three years we have lived here they have never done more than mow along our back fence and it was beginning to look like a forest. Anyway, they brought in diggers, bobcats, and all sorts of tractor like machinery. Most of the work was the week grandpa was here visiting, and him and the boys would stand out there watching over the fence for hours. Now that grandpa is gone, Dylan heard the tractors back there this morning and pulled me out there to help him see. Lets just say that after two minutes of watching I was done and put Dylan down (he can't see unless you hold him) and he was not happy. What is the big deal? All that digger is doing is moving dirt around. I couldn't take it much longer so I told him he will have to wait for dad to come home because Jeff doesn't mind watching that for hours with them like Grandpa. It must be a boy thing.