SCENE: Dylan walking up driveway in an odd fashion after school.
ME: wave him in, it's COLD
DYLAN: shakes his head no, looks down and continues to walk in a strange, bizarre waddle
ME: "Are you liking those boots?" (long story involving usual stealing of his brother's boots)
DYLAN: "I'm making tracks. Like Peter in the Snowy Day."
ME: heart weeps in total love "Ohhhh."
DYLAN: "Don't they look just like Peter's?" working very hard to point feet in then out
ME: "Yes, they do." more weeping of my heart
DYLAN: looking back at his tracks "They DO look just like Peter's tracks." beams
ME: Run to computer to blog about it