I took my 3 year old grandson for a walk yesterday. We have these large metal storm grates that look very medieval, and he has to stop and look down every one we pass. We also have to pick up acorns, pretty rocks, and gumball (Sycamore Tree Balls,) to save for our collection. We walked to the local Honda Motorcycle shop, in which he had to count them all. It seems they only have 10, since that's as high as he can count. The funny thing was, the last counted motorcycle always seemed to be next to the gumball machine. When he found one his size and he wanted to sit on it. I wouldn't let him because I was afraid we'd knock it over. Since he couldn't sit on it, he said, "Let's start it...!" He's a mess.
