Whatcha Doin', Buddy?

Little Cuter bought 1 gallon black plastic pots for her plants.  She cuts and roots and plants and gives them away; folks lined up to take her donations at the last Plant Sale.  Giblet, however, had other plans for them this afternoon.

Whatcha doin', buddy? she asked, as he unstacked them and lined them up on the kitchen floor.

The answer was swallowed by his pacifier and his distance from the phone.  We watched in FaceTime wonder as he, rather than straightening the line, left it squiggly as a caterpillar as he ran into the playroom.

Where're ya goin', kiddo? she asked when he didn't return immediately.  

Our questions were answered - first with his hammer.  

I have to bang them.  And, he did.

Then he was gone again.  Are you leaving them in the middle of the kitchen floor, Giblet?   

The answer was obvious when he returned with the plastic razor from his toy bathroom-like-Dad-set.

I have to shave them.  And he did.

Why?  No one knows.  We did agree, though, that 3 year olds are much more fun than 2 year olds.  Weirder, perhaps, but definitely more fun.