When X was almost 4 – right before Z was born, we took him to Disneyland. Of course, one of our stops was Uncle John’s. As with most kids that age, X was obsessed with all types of construction vehicles. Uncle John took him up on whatever that thing was (I’m not a 4 year old boy and I do not know what it’s called) and let him drive it around, move the bucket up and down, and even move some dirt.
X had so much fun – and when we got back home THAT was his best memory, not Disneyland. Uncle John always made all of us kids feel loved and showed interest in whatever we were doing.