It doesn't take much warmth to make a difference. Enough to melt the snow on the roof of the shed, creating little puddles full of rocks that Makili can play in. It is so nice that when he is bored with the toys inside he gets shoes and a jacket and points to the door.
It doesn't take much soy milk in Makili's hair to look super-stylish.
It doesn't take playing the song "the wheels on the bus" too many times before I want to shoot myself, but Makili never seems to hear it too much and he just rolls his hands in a circle emphatically asking me for more of that particular song.
It doesn't take much...