When the rain is persistent crafts is just the ticket.
Rye insistently repeated "snowmen buscuits", and as luck would have it, I'd taken the buscuit dough out of the freezer last night...
Revolting boy though, eating raw buscuit dough - ewww!
It appears that crafting is exhausting business too because this afternoon he snuggled up next to me on the sofa and began to snore softly.... with the blanket over his head.
And tonight, he was chattering away on the phone (locked so he can't call anyone).
Bizzare conversation though;
"Loulud is home, hello loulud",
"my willy is in the toilet",
A reference to my oft instruction in an attempt to stop him peeing on the floor