Stage One: Wut?
Stage Two: DAFUQ MOM?!
Stage Three: There’s stuff on the glass! I can’t see the street! Hey! HEY!
Stage Four: Clean it up.
Stage Five: I not like it, Mama. I not. I hungry. Bacon? Applesauce?
Maybe we’ll go out and actually play in it once it stops blowing around. Or not. Not sounds more fun.