Tractor, Tractor, TRACTOR

This is me explaining to Mama and Dada how tractors work. 

So, my Mama and Dada took me to this awesome place on Saturday. There were some sheep and some doggies and some animals that Mama said were cows, but I know she was wrong because cows are black and white and these were brown, so clearly they were doggies. I tried to tell her, but she kept making me moo anyway.

 See, clearly doggies.

Anyway, but even though my Mama and Dada kept wanting me to see all the animals, which admittedly, were kind of neat, there were a few things there that I just HAD to see up close and in person. The TRACTORS!!! I LOVE tractors. They are the coolest thing ever. Close second are fire engines, backhoes, and excavators (for some reason Mama and Dada always smile at me when I say "excavator". I don't understand what's so funny.) But tractors, man, they are better than cheese, better than cookies, better than sticks, better than all sorts of stuff. I really wanted to explore and climb the first tractor I saw, but Mama said no, and I just didn't know why. She said it was dangerous or something. How could a tractor ever be dangerous for a tractor expert like me?

Sign? What sign?

Oh, that sign.

But then we found another tractor and Mama said I could sit on that one, and it was so fun! I told Mama all about how to drive a tractor and the sounds tractors make and all sorts of stuff. It was the coolest thing EVER.

And then, the next day we went to the store, some place called "Joann Fabrics" to get some fabric to cover some pillows, and you know what I saw there? TRACTORS. They had all sorts of fabrics with TRACTORS on them. (http://www.joann.com/search/_john_deere/) I insisted Mama get me some, and she did, and she said she's going to make me a pillow with tractors on it. I held the fabric in my lap the whole way home. My Mama is so cool. I hope she actually knows how to sew.

The parts of my new tractor pillow. Don't screw it up, Mama.