A week ago Sunday we went to a friends' house and he spent three hours doing this:
When we got home, he improvised (those are a spatula and some kind of round drainer) and continued:
So Martin got him some rubber-ball drumsticks. The last few days have been:
He never lets go of the drumsticks. He got them Thursday and by Saturday night the handles were discolored from being held all the time.
At least he doesn't insist on sleeping with them...yet!
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