I walked in this morning to find Che, who had run from the breakfast table to his room- when i found him, he was getting his hammer from his toolbox, and hammering something. Gently, making a little tap tapping sound.
At first i asked him to get dressed and turned to walk out of the room.
He muttered something and continues his work.
Halfway out my brain registered what my eyes had just seen, and i doubled back.... Laughing i realised, the eye on his turtle that we bought from Vietnam, was loose and hanging by a thread... he was carefullly hammering it back into place.
Hehe cutest thing i've seen all week.
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