I was doing errands with the wee ones today, and as we sat at a stoplight I spotted a red cement mixer on the other side of the intersection. Dear Son LOVES "'ment mixers." I said, "Look, Zachy! There's a red cement mixer!" as I pointed his gaze in the right direction. "Where?! Where?!" he responded anxiously, afraid he'd miss it. Then, with awe and admiration in his voice, "Oh! THERE is it!" A dramatic pause followed, and then his voice lowered just a bit with a dreamy--almost swooning--intonation as he slowly spoke his next words, "It's bootiful!"