Moshlings

Master H was keen to engage in play with his Dad and of course I was eager to please. For entertainment this afternoon, he served a main course of moshlings, each of which had to be positioned precisely in line with the next, handed to me one by one, accompanied by the question "what's that one called Daddy?" I set about making up names for each of them and all was well. 

For desert, wholesale destruction was the order of the day - see extra.