Ten minutes pass. Twenty. Thirty. Still he sits, watching. He leans in toward me periodically, wanting to get a close up view of what I’m doing.
A boy’s construction truck playthings are not made like they were when I was a child. Back then they were big, heavy metal boat anchors. The only danger back then was falling onto one. I usually came out worse for the wear than the truck.
Not so today. Nowadays, construction truck toys are plastic and electronic. Not as sturdy. Electronics do not do well in the sand and water. That’s why he waits; patiently.
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