Talvyn went to a motocross event last weekend with his Grandpa Fuhrmann, Uncle Dale, and cousin Drew. He had so much fun, eating popcorn, waving his checkered flag (thanks Dale), and watching the stunt riders do their stuff. All day long he kept asking us if it was time to go. Our child was obsessed with the time all day. He knew that when the little hand hit the five then his night would start. I would catch him watching the clock and saying, "its getting closer."