I told a wise mother in New South Wales this morning that Ben was on the floor swapping innards of four computers, that it was like having a giant toddler because his ability to converse was impaired (more than usual), that the only difference between a real toddler and Ben was the price of the bits strewn on the floor that I needed to avoid, because they may fetch a couple of buck on eBay. To which Hope replied, I had no idea about the price of toys nowadays. Touché!
Ben said I can post this pic only if I cooked breakfast for him. It's 11;58 now.