Quick check on little boy found him busy remove his clothing. A very normal occurrence here.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He says.
Turns around to climb down.
Pauses a moment to watch Sesame Street.
He soon grabs my closet storage baskets and makes a train.
Starts to collect stinkbugs. No real stinkbugs were harmed. All pretend.
Uses a piece of yarn to zap them.
Complains about all the stinkbugs he is finding. I checked the cart. No real bugs.
Busily vacuums the dining room.
He thinks he may have sucked up a mouse.
Calls to me. "Lala, there are mice in the vacuum. Mice eating grass. I can hear them humming. Do you hear it? A little hum. Hmmmmmm."
He is peering down the little hole so I asked if he could see them. He huffs, shakes his head and says, "No, it's dark in there."
At this point I am returning things to the closet and he grabs my red down coat. This kid who HATES to wear a coat of any type.
"This coat fits me perfectly and it's so comfy"
Wears it for the next 30 minutes. "My belly was a little cold." He says.
He dances around flapping the sleeves. He says, "see it fits me just right."
Still wearing it to watch Daniel Tiger. Now he says, I am a fireman. Its my fire coat. I can take it home to wear with my fire hat."
Clean closet. Time for lunch.
He says, "do you have a firetruck for me to drive??"
Sadly I do not.
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