This morning, during breakfast, a big backhoe came rumbling up the street. I heard the loud, straining engine, so I opened the blinds to let the girls see the cool piece of big, yellow, construction equipment coming up our street. Nina glanced out of the window, then looked at me with a “what’s the big deal” look. Leila looked out with concern and said, “is it cold outside?” Neither cared about the big, yellow tractor.
Maybe the big tractor would have looked more impressive if it had been pink.