They’re working on our streets. It’s loud and messy and our house is vibrating. Bennett was the most curious about the project. Hunter became interested when he saw one truck shooting pieces of broken asphalt into the truck in front of him as they tore up the existing surface. Cannon wasn’t sure what was so interesting but he figured if Bennett and Hunter were interested, he should be too.
Bennett wanted the best seat in the house so he went outside on the sidewalk to watch. A minute later he was back inside because it was too loud. There they stood, the three amigos. I walked by them three times before recognizing the quiet moment between them. They’ve been great together this summer, playing and swimming. And the best part is Cannon plays along with them and thinks he’s a big kid. So much so that he pretended to fall asleep in the car coming home from running errands in hopes that it would count for his nap time, as to not miss out on any boy time. Before long Briggs will be trailing close behind.
Childhood is short.
