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We are being attacked by trucks. A month ago it was cute when Tucker started amassing trucks nearby us. Now, we are in a full fledge truck siege by the little man. Wherever we are, an army of trucks soon follows.
The other day at dinner, Austin didn't have a seat because it was being taken up by about 30 trucks. There are roving bands of trucks upstairs and downstairs, not in every room yet... but they move between rooms, so no room is safe.
Tucker orders his various truck armies with militaristic precision, and quite a bit of compulsion as well. He has definite ideas for how his trucks are supposed to be arranged and protests loudly when they are moved. I think he's going to be like his daddy because I am certainly not that precise or detail-oriented.
