The ears seem to be healing, and Thomas is back to himself. We call the mean look, baby pterodactyl. Can you guess the sound that inspired that name? Lastly, I saw this piece of handiwork in the kitchen last night. No idea when he decided to fix our heater or how he figured out the application for this tool, and I'm afraid to ask. He completely refuses to use this tool to help stabilize the toy wooden bolts on his tool-bench. So why am I afraid to ask him why he prefers to use his tools on our appliances, how he learned to do it, or when on earth did he turn our refrigerator up to freeze our tomatoes solid this week? He will tell me. In great detail.
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