Also titled "In Which Mark Rides a Tractor with a Seed Drill and Adam Wraps Grandpa Marv Around His Little Finger"
We had a nice evening with friends, and then Grandpa and Tim took the boys home while I hung out with the friends longer and gabbed. When I got home after 9 p.m., Grandpa was all excited. "Mark got to ride in the tractor! Adam and I went out looking for him and he had gotten a ride with the farmer!"
I could still hear Mark upstairs talking so I thought I'd get the story from him.
He was nowhere near asleep. He was sitting up in bed talking to his dad about the event, and when I came in, he had a lot to tell.
"The tractor came through the part where there are no trees, and I got to ride in it. I was a little crunky, but Daddy wanted to ride, so he held onto me. The seed drill was a little loud. It made the whole tractor and seed drill shake. The farmer's name is Seth. He's planting corn." Tim asked what he planted last year. "Soybeans. They didn't do so well. But then it rained." Apparently the rain salvaged what was about to be a lousy crop last year. Also apparently, Mark remembered everything the farmer had to say.
What happened was that while Grandpa was giving Adam an extended goodnight cuddle, Mark (already in his pajamas) and Tim went outside to see the tractor that was planting in the famous field behind our house. Unfortunately, the tractor got kind of far away, so they walked all the way to the trees (a long way) to see it. The farmer got out to check his seeds and saw them, and asked if they wanted a ride. Mark wasn't sure (big surprise there) but Tim convinced him to get in (they both did) and the farmer gave them a ride. Mark wanted more. Finally the farmer came back to this end of the field and dropped them right by our next-door neighbor's gate. In the meantime, Grandpa and Adam had come out looking for them and found them, and got to see the tractor too.
So it was back upstairs, and Grandpa cuddled Adam some more while Mark finished bedtime. Adam was still jumping in bed and shouting, so when Mark finished telling me the story, I went in and told Adam to go to sleep and started his music again. And shut the door. He got mad, and, like a trained seal, up came the spoiling-machine. "Can't I rock him?" Grandpa asked plaintively.
"Oh all right," Tim said, seeing the next week after Grandpa is gone as some repair-time for the sleep habits of someone little who's taken to being cuddled by Grandpa every night. But Grandpa's not here very often for spoiling, so we let it go...
But Grandpa is starting to see through him.
"I think, fine, I'll rock him, and he'll go to sleep," Grandpa reported as he came downstairs. "But no. He wanted to read a book!"
Fortunately, this time, Grandpa didn't give in.
P.S. The whole deal was a great way to blow bedtime!