As we were driving down the street to the library yesterday afternoon Maxman spotted some snowplows.
"Mom there's a snowplow," he says.
"Yes there is," I say (very original).
"It's a beeaauuty," Maxman says.
It's important to note that while saying "beauty" he whispered it and streched the word out as long as possible as though in awe of the great, overpowering glamour of this yellow snowplow.
I love that when you are a three-year-old boy it's perfectly okay for pink to be your favourite colour and that snowplows are beautiful.