yesterday, today, last week... whatever!

Tonight I asked Jaxon what his favorite part of today was...

'I really liked going on those big trucks!'

'That was yesterday though Jaxon.'

'I know, but it was really fun!'

Fun indeed. Doesn't matter what day it was. 

 The City of Oakdale proved it's awesomeness this week (aside from their lame Lions Club cookout with expensive hot dogs and brats that seemed slightly undercooked).

They had a Truck Day at the park.

Essentially, they had all their public service and county workers park their rigs in the parking lot at City Hall and they just had a free-for-all. The kids, young and old, got to climb aboard, honk the horns, flash the lights, and feel what it would be like to drive a big rig.

Or in this case, a big lawn mower.

Now, if only Bob the Builder were there! That would have been a treat! Kiley thinks so too...

I called this one a zamboni. Little did I know it was a street sweeper. Now Jaxon is going to grow up thinking zambonis are for sweeping streets. Maybe it will keep him away from the hockey rinks though, so my random acts of talking could be a good thing... (FYI, I do not want to become a hockey mom! Too cold, too expensive, too much fighting and a little too boring! Who can see the puck from so far away??)

But I digress (typical).

Kiley had to be wondering... what on earth are we doing in the parking lot, and why are all these trucks here? And why do my parents keep putting me in them to take pictures?

Must be funny to be a kid sometimes, huh?

Jaxon wants to go back next week. It's sort of nice that he doesn't understand the concept of time. I can tell him we'll go back next year, and he thinks that sounds okay, as long as it has a future date. Just like we'll have free ice cream again next Tuesday, play in the sprinkler in 'a couple weeks', fly our kite again when it's windy next year, go to the movies with Jenny yesterday, have lunch after dinner and before breakfast, and after I set the timer to come into his room after three minutes....

What's time anyway when you're three feet tall, have no job, and get to go on fun adventures to the city lot with your parents on a random Tuesday night?