Graham has been super envious of a giant garbage truck owned by Era, he with the best toys in the land. We caved and bought a similar recycling truck (you know, more PC) for G yesterday. It has become his obsession. Not only did it take an hour to get him to go to bed last night (because he had to be parted from his beloved), but he then WOKE UP at 2:30 and commenced to bargain for some QT with the truck in the middle of the night. At one point he said, "I get up and play with the recycling truck MYSELF," which we translated as, "y'all can just go back to bed, no worries, I'll just stay up all night long." He wept and gnashed his teeth for another hour and then finally went to sleep. 

Maybe sometimes it's not a good idea to love something so much, eh?