Harris discovered wind-up toys today. He knocked a tiny toy robot off my husband's desk and began smacking it around.
It became more exciting — even a little scary — after I wound it up. Harris dashed away at first but then got brave, especially when it fell over and stopped heading toward him:
He courageously smacked it around some more. But he had those "airplane ears" he gets when he's overwhelmed:
He thought the grinding noise it made was very nice, like a locust (a big, crunchy bug). But he was happiest after he "killed" it once and for all: