He made an ice cream machine, or so he tells me. He explains to me in great detail how the ice cream starts in the spiked ball, moves down the belt and through to the end. I can only assume his new fascination with creating factories has something to do with the few episodes he has watched on How it's Made. It is funny, because the watching of this series all started with a french fry. Yep. At dinner one night, when he wouldn't dare touch his baked potato, I explained to him that french fries come from potatoes...of course he should like it. When he looked at me like I was pulling this out of my *&%#, daddy pulled out his iPhone and started searching YouTube. Ah ha. We may be old, little boy, but we know what we are talking about. I digress.
So this is an ice cream factory. And yes, he is dancing around the ice cream factory. I don't know what to tell you, other than kids do weird stuff sometimes. And creative stuff. I love the creative. Keep dancing buddy.
So this is an ice cream factory. And yes, he is dancing around the ice cream factory. I don't know what to tell you, other than kids do weird stuff sometimes. And creative stuff. I love the creative. Keep dancing buddy.
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