stop. go

We have had footpaths being excavated and built in our neighbourhood. Yup, alot of orange cones, diggers, friendly workers in flouro vests, concrete trucks...happiness for a small person. I wondered how long it would take for Jed to ask for a stop/go sign of his very own. Yesterday.

There was no peace until he'd gathered all his gear and headed out for some action. That dress up drawer is a heavy traffic zone in our house, second only to the fridge among small folk.

He got the go-ahead from the guys to look after the truck for them. Oh the happiness.

It's rugby world cup fever here in New Zealand and the fervour has reached even our wee hideaway, it was hilarious to see all the world cup tourists driving down to the beach and doing a double take at the small workman 'working' alongside the big ones.

Hours of fun. Note to self: always have a book to hand. Ah well, it was one of those mornings he will likely always remember. Some of the neighbours even stopped at his stop/go sign and waited until Jed said they could go. Oh the power!