(He got up there - from floor to couch, to arm of couch all by himself. Whatever the grossness is on the windowsill is is whatever he had in his mouch that he spat out. Kids are gross) 
The kid from Spain flew an aeroplane, but my kid likes to hide in boxes ...
The only bugger is that the box has been providing so much entertainment for several days, that I can't put the blimming thing out in the recycling - it's sitting in the hallway. Still, a deliciously happy kidlet makes it rather worth it, having the house in chaos.
I have no idea why it was important to wear these on his head for about an hour one morning last week. It just was.
And here we have an excellent reason not to turn your back on the kid when he's happily playing with a mustard jar in the door of the fridge. 
Oddly, Jack thinks bean sprouts are awesome.
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