Lose Cannon

Sigh. We've reached that stage where A is exploring the boundaries of authority and appears -- for all purposes -- to be four going on fifteen. At least when no one else is around. When he's at school or visiting relatives he's pretty angelic most of the time.

In happier news, A decided that his pirate cannon toy was a weather machine. The cannon on the right shoots rain. The cannon in the middle shoots lightning. The cannon on the left shoots snow. And because I reminded him of the sorcerer's apprentice, the button at the bottom of the toy stops all the bad weather.