Connor’s imagination…

Here is a story from Grandma…

Connor was playing with his trains and had the brown concrete truck that goes to the set.  The truck’s round cylinder turns on the back of the truck.    So I reminded him it is called a concrete/cement truck because it makes concrete.  So off he goes to get the mini marshmallows from the pantry.

A little while later he calls me to say he is making “Cooonnn”crete.   It is so cute.  He drags the beginning  of the word out).  So I go over and see what he is doing.  He has taken a mini marshmallow, stuffed it under the cylinder of the truck and rolled the cylinder over until it flattens the mini marshmallow.       Of course the concrete marshmallow then disappears into his mouth.