We've enjoyed the warmer weather this week, and even got to build a not-so-big snowman. Henry walked around with a little stick saying "my carrot nose" while I rolled the snowballs around. And once we got it built? He admired it for half a second and then asked if he could kick it over.
It hasn't taken me long to learn with Henry that most of the joy in building something is the destruction of it seconds later.
Friday I took Henry out for a treat.
So we took the rest home and stuck it in the freezer.
This morning, while I was mopping upstairs, Henry went down to get the ice pack (after walking into the door frame of his room), and came back up quite a while later. "I ate ice cream. I was hungry."