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Father to Son
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
 
We have a staircase running up the back of our house. Halfway up, there is a landing where the stairs double back on themselves. On that landing, there is a window that looks out over the fields that lay beyond out tiny backyard area.

This weekend, my son stood in that window for an hour and a half watching tractors work to bail and wrap hay. He was entranced. He kept asking what the tractors were doing...where they were going...where they were...if he could go play with them...

I couldn't believe that something so simple had him entranced for that length of time...he can't even eat without being distracted...very cute though.
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