Hard At Play

Lately, when the house gets really quiet and I go to check on Mason this is what I usually find when I walk into his room.

He will sit there for a good hour playing with his cars, actions figures, G.I. Joes, and whatever else he has in a basket under his bed. It makes him seem so grown up to me, and I could just sit there and watch him play and talk to himself. Unfortunately, as soon as he sees me he tells me to leave. Why do they have to grow up so fast?

This is what I tend to find in his bathroom these days.