Our street (uh, avenue) is being resurfaced and that means loud trucks and a bumpy path for now. As soon as we were home, I took Elijah out to the road to look up and down at the various trucks and workers who were destroying the old surface. He waved at the men in the yellow sweeper truck and we said hi to one of the guys walking by. Then we went inside and Elijah watched the trucks for 45 minutes (!) from the front door.
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