I don't know where he gets it, DEFINITELY not from his momma, but Evan loves any sort of vehicle. He has to pretend to drive the car before we leave from anywhere and turns on the windshield wipers, radio, lights, etc. Now both Grandmoms advert your eyes at this, but Mike actually let him drive down our street today after work!
Evan points out every single plane flying above and shouts an unintelligible word that means "air plane". Our neighbor and someone else farther down the street have motorcycles and Evan has to stop by every time we take a walk, points at them and says "doooool" which means cool. He does the same if they drive by, or if he even hears one drive by. If he hears a siren he says "fa trus" which means "fire truck". It could be an ambulance, cop, whatever... It's a fire truck to Evan! "Truht" Trucks are his greatest love. He points out every single one he sees on our walks. One time I motioned to the truck driver to pull his horn and he did, which was nice of him. I caught Evan at my parents' house pushing a box of Colgate toothpaste going "Choooo Chooo" under his breath. He also likes to "fix" the wheels and the door handles of cars. Here he is in action.
Some might call him a "man's man" if he didn't have the long, hippie hair (which I trimmed yesterday btw when we lost our electricity during a thunder storm. It will look the same to those who haven't seen him in awhile, but he lost most of his curls :( )
He likes to line up stones and rocks on the interior of the wheel. So precious!
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