Toddlers are cute

I don't have a picture but I wanted to write this down somewhere: Tyce had taken Katie in from the car but there was an interesting program on the radio that was almost over and I wanted to finish listening to it. So, Nathan and I stayed in the car and he crawled all around--climbing into the driver seat after asking "please? I sit here? please?" and requesting my help to start the car and put it into gear, which I had to decline. Well, he got bored when I wouldn't start the car so he climbed into the very back and I could hear him playing around with some of the stuff Tyce had left back there. When the program was over, I went around to the back door to pull him out and I could see he was playing with Tyce's bike pump. When I opened the door this was the scene that met my eyes: the end of the pump cord was tucked into the rim of the spare tire and he was standing behind the pump very industriously working it--and very, very proud of himself. I told him what a good job he had done pumping up the tire and he indicated that we should put the tire on the car or bike or wherever it was supposed to go. I told him we'd better go inside and get some lunch instead--after all, he'd just worked himself up a good appetite.