We were watching our grandson, Everett, yesterday. When he heard the motor of the forklift begin to roar (actually, it sort of grunts), he couldn't wait to go out and see it. Then, when Grandpa Steve put him in the driver's seat, the look on his face rivalled that of eating ice cream! Chantico.
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