I have a toddler who is obsessed with construction vehicles. Before candy or hugs or anything else, if he’s having a tantrum and I say, “Want to go look for a big digger?” he will stop dead in his tracks and say, “Yay! Big digger time!” So obviously every time we pass a construction site, I stop and point at the construction workers, sometimes for so long that it begins to make them self-conscious. But I don’t care, I would do anything to make my little boy happy. It also doesn’t hurt that each time I think to myself, “WELL WELL WELL, LOOKS LIKE THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.”