he is two and a half feet tall, the snow is two feet deep, he is attempting the math.
He has decided that boo-boos on plastic toys can also be kissed better.
When he walked out of the kitchen and announced “Big huge mess.”, he wasn’t kidding.
The problem with having older cousins is that sometimes riff-raff like Darth Vader turns up on the Island of Sodor.
“Remember only ever use Play-doh on the newspaper.”
Famous last words.
He’s figured out that his noisiest Christmas toys have an ‘off’ switch, and therefor also, an ‘on’ switch.