Leo has learned that, with a little work, anything can become anything else. He's been industriously applying this principle to our house, where little now remains that is not part of some kind of train. Everything in the sitting room is a train. Everything in the dining room may also be a train, but it is hard to get in there to check (because of all the trains). The kitchen? Full of trains, apart from a fire station whose engines seem to spend most of their time putting out train fires. The interior of the fridge has, through constant vigilance, remained train free, but its magnet-encrusted exterior has not escaped so lightly.
Today, for a change of pace, Leo went to chez Mamie et Papi, and worked on converting his tricycle to a tow truck. Here's Leo and Papi in serious discussions of how best to fabricate the hook:
(thanks Mamie for the photo!)
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