This is how we started the day. After that, Thomas put a hole in my favorite blanket, shredded a pillow, tore up a brand new book, and refused to potty in the cold after insisting he was dying to go outside.
My mom sent a bag of presents to me with a family friend. Piglet thinks the bag IS the present. He spent the evening chilling in his new fortress of solitude.
Thomas does not like to be kept up past his bedtime. Once he’s had his last walk and his supper, he sits on the far side of the bed and waits impatiently for me to tell him he can hop up.
Thomas isn’t convinced that clothes aren’t an evil plot, but he’s a good sport about them. If it ever gets cold again, he may even decide he likes them.