Caelan has for a long time loved the sight of big machines - excavators, bulldozers, quarry trucks. Planes or helicopters are always welcome too.
Today we went out to Holworthy to visit some friends. On the way over we saw a few planes (which generated fever-pitch excitement in the car), and then when we got there we were greeted by a couple of excavators. "Diggers, diggers!" cried Caelan. Sheer delight.
He is so much the stereotype of a boy. Dolls and ponies have little interest for him; it's the big machines he loves. What is it about the way blokes (even little blokes) are wired?
Tire-kicking seems to be in the blood even without any of our programming. It's pretty amazing to watch it unfold in a young boy.