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No, it's not another post about the temperature. This one is about trucks ("Bbbbbbbbbbbr" is Soren's truck noise).

Soren loooooooves trucks. Airplanes? Deserve no more than a passing glance. Trains? Meh. But even the humblest of trucks rates widened eyes, a pointed finger, and some kind of exclamation (ranging from a curious "Das!?" to an awed "Woooooooooow!") (yes, he usually says "Das?" instead of "What's that?" It must be the German in him).

As you might imagine, we have a few toy trucks around the house. Soren likes pushing them around and saying bbbbbbbbr, of course, but lately, he's been spending some quality relaxation time with his trucks. He parks them all neatly on the couch and then climbs up to sit with them.



He also likes to park them on a shelf on my computer desk. The other day, I found them all neatly parallel-parked along the bottom of the bathroom door. He's a funny boy.