Today I'm putting batteries in trains, and setting up tracks, and connecting cars, and finding Woody and Buzz, and having intellectual discussions about "B'Queen" and Mater. Yesterday I made a little boy's tie and re-learned the masterful art of tying a full Windsor knot. Last week I altered a 3-piece pin-striped suit. I read books out loud about bugs and watch deer hunting videos. I shoot orange plastic pistols and fly toy airplanes around the living room. I sing along with adapted songs like "Winnie the 'Poop'" and "L-M-N-O-Peepee" and join in the giggles when the baby farts. My laundry contains a lot of jeans, and Buzz underwear, and mud. And I am so okay with that.