So when I foolishly attempted to play a matching game with Punkin after dinner and he held out for one whole turn, I gave up and let him dump out all three kinds of Legos/Duplos/Mega Blocks and MIX THEM UP while I pulled out the dress-up clothes and started saying ridiculous things like, "Oh, I love this tool belt and this orange construction worker vest. I think I will wear them." (Yes, I went there. This is why I need a friendly neighbor -- to come take photos of me so I can embarass myself on the internet.)
He completely ignored me for a solid eight minutes and then, BAM! It clicked. He wanted to wear the orange vest and the safety goggles. Then he spotted his Woody costume and, well, the photos speak for themselves.
For whatever reason, as soon as he was dressed, he insisted on going to the car. I initially thought he wanted to go trick-or-treating since he wore Woody for Halloween. But he didn't ask for his candy bucket, so we headed to Oma and Opa's house to show off some sweet style.
It's a good thing we got there when we did, too, because Opa needed some help "fixing" (aka: rebuilding) an old Allis Chalmers.
The kid knows a wrench from a hammer AND that a wrench tightens a bolt. And you thought Handy Manny was mindless entertainment!
What?! You've never seen a cowboy who plays first base for the Cubs and moonlights as a small engine repairman?