Do that again, Mommy!

And already he’s planned a city built of glow sticks, become entangled by cranes, and eaten all the blue in the world.  Apparently he’s also absorbed Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” by osmosis, as he’s announced, “”The Christmas Ghosts are coming. They are going to howl theirselves. 1,2,3- that’s it!””

And, lest I forget:

“Prepare to meet your doom! And smile!”