Hanging out in the front seat testing out the big kid buckles waiting for Noah's bus. He is not pleased to hear he has eight more years before he can ride up here legally.
Noah has a collection of stuffed Ikea mice (possibly rats, but we choose to call them mice). He has some at school, some at home, some in the car, and we are still always searching for the right mouse. Today, when I picked Noah up from school there was a new mouse calamity. The gray mouse was living in a specially constructed block mansion, but he needed to come home with us. We had to delay our departure while he added a door so he could extract his mouse.