Here are some captures of what Chubbs' been up to at home lately.
He's enjoying his baths in the tub again.
Lining his tractors, trains and boats up neatly.
And then picking his blocked nose.
His nose was completely congested then. He was snorting away for days on end. Poor thing.
Putting his tools in his pockets, pretending that he's Handy Manny.
Admiring himself in the mirror afterwards.
Chubbs has been trying to use his tools to fix any broken toys. And to my surprise, he has been successful on several occasions. He knows when to use the Phillips screwdriver, pliers, wrench, hammer, etc. On his own, he has screwed bolts to affix the wheels on his toy cars, tightened caps of jars and bottles using the pliers and so on. Most of it, he figures out on his own. I'll often find him crouched in a corner, holding onto a toy train, trying to "fix" something. Think this is an inherited trait. Fuzzy is dubbed the handy-man of the house, and his grandfather (Chubbs' Tai-Gong) crafts his own electrical appliances till this day. Chubbs is inseparable from Tai-Gong; he watches what senior does with real tools, sits down a few feet from him, picks out the exact same (toy) tools from his box, and emulates every action.
