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.