Carpenter

If his love for trucks is waning, I failed to notice.

One morning last week I came upon this scene:  trucks all lined up, at attention, listening to Peyton's instructions for the day.   He concluded, "If you don't know what to do just look at the plan."  Sage advice.

One little boy.  One giant excavator.

These things look so prehistoric to me.

These big trucks are hard at work for the next several weeks tearing up the road right by our house.  Oh, joy! (Said with giddy anticipation from Peyton's perspective.  Incorporate sarcasm and irritation from mine.)

Exploring the loaders giant fork!

Peyton has announced however, that his interests are changing.  He seems to have discovered a new passion.  Carpentry.

P:  What are those people called who screw and hammer and nail?
Me:  Carpenter.
P:  Yeah.  I don't want to be one of the guys who drives the truck.  I want to be a carpenter.

A garage for his trucks.

Indeed, with the help of his dad, Peyton's outside construction site has acquired some new carpentry projects - mainly a garage for his trucks.  He is also apparently working on making a skyscraper.  According to Steve, he is quite good with the hammer.