Every night as he’s laying down for bed, Mitchell asks to get a couple cars. I let him grab two or three. He always asks for more, and I say no, and that’s generally the end of it. Apparently he wasn’t happy with that arrangement, though. Last night, I told Mitchell it was time to get his pajamas on and get ready for bed. He ran for his room, and I follow a few minutes later and find him moving each and every car he owns to the window sill. I was laughing too much to stop him anyway, so I let it play out. He continued until he couldn’t fit a single other car on the sill without one falling off.