Helmet

I chuckled with amusement as Tyler rounded the corner and entered the family room. He was talking to himself and carrying a familiar object. He made his way to the barrier dividing the space into family room and my office (otherwise known as the back of the sofa). "Look Mommy!" He declared proudly and jammed the object firmly onto his head.

"What's that son, your hat?" I grinned and tried to sound serious as I held back my laughter.

"No Mommy," he sighed with exasperation tinged with pity, "it's my space helmet!"

Well, duh! I should have known that. Looks totally like a space helmet, what do you think?



I think the golden arches of the McDonald's Happy Meal box handle make a lovely visor for his helmet, don't you?