I’m the mother of three daughters, which means that I am, for the most part, a stranger in the land of trucks. But I’m becoming more familiar with them thanks to my almost two-year-old grandson, who has never met a truck he doesn’t love. 

There are trash trucks and food trucks (a nice modern touch) and dump trucks and more. There are trucks that hold stacks of alphabet blocks, which I’ve never seen in real life but which provide the all-important educational spin.

Most of all, I’ve seen Isaiah backing up his trucks, parking them, talking to them and immersed in play with them. That’s the part that makes me love them most.