y was small and his father was in charge, they were always doing something that involved wheels or building. Trucks, hammers, blocks, and plastic saws were the things that made Ray's eyes light up. These were, of course, the things that his dad wanted to do with him and they could be guaranteed to get his father's attention in a way that other toys or games never did.
It is not surprising that Ray was so intensely interested in the things that gained his father's attention. What is surprising, in retrospect, is how much they all talked about it. If a visitor, such as myself, said "nice hammer" to the three-year-old child, one of his parents was guaranteed to remark on how much he liked tools, or how much he was like his father, or something along those lines
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