One little two, little three, little tractors.

We went to Denmark on April 26th, for two whole weeks. It was Taufik's first trip there so the excitement was mixed with some trepidation. How was he going to handle the cold weather? Would his asthma be worst off? Aside from a touch of fever, flu and cough which went away in three days he handled it all fine. Not a single asthma attack.

What really surprised me was how fast and how well he bonded with Far Far? He loved his grandfather so much. He took to him like fish to water. And Far Far is not the easiest person to warm up to. But the both of them in fact warmed up to each other immediately. I guess the tractor ride helped a lot.

Taufik has a great love for tractors. We even changed a popular song into a tractor song, "One little two, little three little tractors. Four little five, little six, little tractors....."

One spring morning, Far Far came to join us for breakfast at the summer house. After breakfast, he opened up the garage door and started out the small tractor he had back there. Taufik was terrified. He scooted into the house and clung to the kitchen counter wall. Despite Far Far's coaxing he refused to come out.

So I decided to hop on the tractor myself and naturally my little one ran out and screamed for me to "Come off Mommy!" "Come off!" I said to him, "Why dont you sit on my lap darling? Drive the tractor Taufik?" In a blink of an eye he clambered onto my lap and we drove around the large garden. Far Far was encouraging and hooraying us away - well in his own way he was. He stood there and watched, smiling and clapping a little. Taufik calls the tractor, Far Far's tractor. Love was sealed there and then. Nothing beats a tractor to oil things up a little bit eh?