Where's Ryker?

When I have to say, "Where's Ryker?," it usually involves permanent marker, the iPad, candy, chasing something outside that has 4 legs or more, color-anything with color, and other shenanigans.  We happened to be up at = the Grandparent's house in Estes and I found myself saying, "Where's Ryker" after I hadn't heard his voice in awhile.  I didn't hear him, and of course he didn't call out to me when I called his name.  I peaked into the Moose Room at the house and found Ryker there gazing into the corner.  I asked him what he was doing, and replied in his sweet Ryker voice, "I'm sitting and watching the fire."  Grandmom had installed this moose nightlight that has a campfire scene that looks like a real campfire.  Ryker was just enjoying "the fire".  He then asked, "Mom you want to come sit and watch the fire with me?"  Was there even a question?  I don't think so.  So I sat and we watched the fire together.  Later on that day I heard him ask Grandma the same thing, and sure enough off they both went to watch the fire.

Later in the weekend Ryker was FaceTiming with Grandpa and told him the story of the moose.  "Grandpa-the moose was walking a far ways and got cold.  So the moose found a fire and then he warmed-ded up."

SWEET dude.  That little man of ours.
-Momma