I again had the joy of taking my grandson, Miles, out to lunch today. He had chicken nuggets and apple slices (and preferred dipping the apple slices in the barbecue sauce, instead of the caramel dip that supposedly--silly enough--was intended for the apple slices). But he also found the two high-school boys at the next table absolutely mesmerizing, asking every few seconds, "What's the guy doing?" 
He met Ronald McDonald in person for the first time; Ronald didn't say much. Didn't answer a single one of Miles's questions. Oh, well. But the fun was just beginning.
A few weeks ago, Miles and I stopped to inspect (up close) a shiny semi truck, which he found truly fascinating--and apparently memorable, too, because as we passed a semi cab in a parking lot by the side of the road, he pointed out (using his truncation of the adjective I had applied to the truck, "ginormous") the "normous" truck! So we stopped and had a blast looking at this fine specimen of the species normous truck. But the fun wasn't over yet. We also got to see a "dozer" and a "big shovel" sitting just off the road on our drive back home from McDonald's and the "normous" truck.
The only disappointment of the day was that each of the machines we saw were "sleeping," and so were not emitting any smoke from their smokestacks. That was a considerable drawback. But we left them to their slumber and just had to hope that some day we might visit when they are awake.
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