Kei took Mads out so I could get some solo time today.
They went to Target.
Kei bought Mads a blue slushie.
Mads is now running through the house in his skivies, chanting in his own made up language.
(On one hand, it's pretty funny to watch him. But the junk is making him seriously moody too. Which sucks. Big time. We're hoping to wrangle him into playing a board game or making silly sentences or anything that encourages not shouting and not swinging from the rafters like a baboon.)