This is where Charlie spends much of his morning. At his little table in our sunny lounge room, playing with his many trucks, trains and diggers. I often find him here, humming a little tune, totally immersed in his play.
I could watch him for hours. Except that when he sees me he stops playing and just sits there, looking at me. Like he wants me to go away. Serious stuff, this four-wheeled play.
