Clint was doing some work on the door that goes between the house and the garage. Lash was hanging out with us trying to be a big helper. Clint had the hammer out and Lash tried to pick it up. Clint gently told him "No, no, no. That is a big guy hammer! You have to be a big guy to use that hammer."
A few minutes later Clint had moved into the foyer to work on a different project and Lash went upstairs by himself, which is very rare for him. He came back down proudly carrying his little wooden hammer.
(I apologize for not getting a photo, but it was late and we were needing to get Lash into bed. I only thought about the photo the next morning.)
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