Men, Machines, & Drippy Yogurt

In the summer, Aidan would wake early and come downstairs, and we'd drink tea together before any of the other children were awake.  One morning, I fed him drippy yogurt that hadn't cultured long enough while he watched men and their remarkable machines spread tar and gravel on the road.

As he chattered about these remarkable machines, I took snapshots of him in morninglight.

I could do no less.  (That belly!)

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