to file under "oh, for the love of god..."

whenever there is anything that needs 'fixing' -- whether that is a toy, or a snowman, or a piece of plumbing, or a fort -- or whenever there is anything to 'solve' -- pending doom from maurauding pirates or mice or monsters -- carter will always step in, push ava away, get right up to my face, point very seriously to himself, nod sagely, and say:

"man. me. man. me fix it. man. me get it."

ava always looks at me like "are you going to let him get away with that?"