Surefire way to get a boy out of a cranky spot: kidnapping!

While we were on a visit to Bubbe's house this weekend....

Oliver was in a full-on 2.5 year old grump after his nap. He was sitting there with his arms folded (hmm, where did he learn that?) refusing to do anything or talk to anyone. Amelia, meanwhile, was buzzing around outside. She took matters into her own hands. She walked up to Oliver with a child-sized wheelbarrow, handed it to him, and said,

"Oliver, I am the White Witch. Would you like to be my helper dwarf and help me kidnap children? My plan is to fill this wheelbarrow with flowers to attract the children, then when they come to look at the flowers, we'll capture them!"

Oliver: "Yeah, okay!" He grabbed the wheelbarrow handles and marched off following her, shouting "Let's go capture children!!"

Ahhh, just warms the heart.