Once upon a time, we didn’t think Cal would talk. So the fact that you can have a limited conversation with him now is a constant surprise.
Fresh from his successful bird box carpentry of the other day, he went off this morning very happily.
So I was a bit confused by him telling me enthusiastically about coughing. Lunch and coughing. Eventually, though, I got to the bottom of it all. He made a coffin.
Or so he says. Did he? It’s quite possible and very cute. And they have to be made. I wonder if he thought he could bring it home like the bird box.
He’s a funny boy.