P loves tractors. Its been a lifelong theme, along with crocodiles, sharks, squid and dirt. He's eyed the old metal tractor trike from my childhood since his first vertical days, but the enormous weight of the machine (and his previously short legs) have always prevented independent rides.
But this trip, his new stature and strength has him giddy with possibilities. So when Barry Bobbit and my dad pulled out their tractor to yank some bushes P pedaled his around to participate. The obvious size difference inspired him to new heights. He requested a ride in Gramps' tractor scoop and Barry Bobbit sweetly obliged.
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