The new in-case-you-need-to-tie-something-down bits of rope still looking organized after their first thunderstorm.
The 4-year-old and his daddy got busy with the pile of wood scraps.
As noticed while driving by. Looking very serious about dispensing copious amounts of oil from humongous bottles as fast as they can.
In front of the Miami Science Museum. Paper airplanes courtesy of the 4-year-old’s friend.
Almost as rusty as its pedestal. Looks like the handle will outlive the blade.*
*Bar code sticker guaranteed to survive the apocalypse.
Blending in with the scenery.
I’m afraid that’s all I can say about it. (Bad sailor. Bad!)
By the 4-year-old. Because we’re out of macaroni.