In the Sandbox

I went upstairs to change Emma's diaper, and when I returned, he was nowhere to be found. Not at the kitchen table where I had left him, not in his "area room," nowhere. And then I glanced out the back window, and there he was, in the sandbox, making birthday cakes. I went out to him, watched him work, took some photos as he counted the "candles," and asked him if he was cold. "Yeah, I put my hood up," was his response.

Okay then, clearly I'm needed by this one just a little less today. Sigh.