Ethan spreads his little form across the floor.
"Dad! I'm snow. Build me!"
You kneel down and roll him into three successively smaller snowballs. You place the head on top and mime working a carrot into the center of his face. He holds his crooked twig arms out to his sides.
"It's a sunny day," He says. His arms sag. His body slumps towards the floor. He melts like the Wicked Witch of the West.
"Where do you go, water? Into a creek?" Ethan wiggles like flowing water in a meek stream.
"How about a river?" He spreads a little more and continues to wiggle.
"The ocean?" He lays out.
"Now you're a big fluffy cloud. Fly across the sky." He huddles in a lump like a toad.
"Fly." He moves to another spot and huddles like a toad.
"You get to the cold air in the mountains." He spreads out on the floor.
"Dad. I'm snow. Build me."