Trucks, diggers, and tractors, oh my!

I promised K a trip to the toy store for surviving the whole week at French camp, and for not crying at dropoff on Thursday and Friday (5 days, all day, 9 to 4; you can imagine!).  B immediately found the toy truck corner and I could not pry him away. Each time I tried, he would squeal and squirm. I think this is his mecca...