The only trouble is these mittens don't make the best of driving gloves. 
And my feet are so big that I get stuck.
Or maybe I'll just commandeer a ship. Move over Kenneth Branagh--I make a better a Sir Shackelton any day. No icebergs in sight.
Maybe I'll just have one of my minions (ie Mommy) pull me around all afternoon.
Or maybe not. She seems unaware that I've fallen off the back of this thing.
Perhaps I'll just chill in my fort. It's just so cold when I try to climb up to get to the slide.
Nah. Rocking on the porch swing with Daddy is my favorite.
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Henry seems to like it more than Mason. Mason can hardly move and the mittens just get in his way.
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