Woody's Finest Hour

Poor Woody.  Poor Hank. 

(just a note:  our kids are not spoiled....by us.  All the toys in the photo above, with the exception of the water table, are used hand me downs) 

You may notice a look of mischievousness on the face of the Little Bean in the photo above.  A few seconds before this photo was taken, she was yelling, "Woody's Finest Hour!" I didn't pay much attention as we have watched those movies more times than I can count as Hank is completely crazy about Toy Story and figured that poor Soph has the whole movie memorized.  Not so much. 

This was the next scene.  Hank noticed before I did and started tattling on his sister.  Her mischievous look has turned to a petulant one as she has been caught in her naughtiness and anticipates trouble.

It all comes clear.  Sophia had been yelling, "Woody's Finest Hour!" while repeatedly throwing him on the roof.  It wasn't until he finally stuck that Hank noticed it and alerted the authorities.  Luckily, the wind blew Woody down from the roof and he was quickly scooped up by the semi-frantic Hank. 

No complaints about the kids being on the roof of the toy houses.  They rigged the system up all by themselves.  It is easy to climb up, but not so easy to get down.  Sophia installed the slide and voila, getting down is now easy and fun.  Problem.  Solution.

The slide is currently on the patio with the slide bit in a small blow up pool.  The kids slide down, land in the water, and it is a water slide.  That one was Daddy's idea.  Not bad for a slide found for free at the recycling center!