So... Secondborn is supposed to be asleep. It's ten o'clock at night. But he keeps emerging from the bedroom.
He's been building Lego Bloodborne characters, complete with weapons. So far he's brought me one guy, with a threaded cane and a hunter's axe. He's trying to figure out how to make a saw-blade weapon. Meanwhile, he found a hunter's pistol and brought that out too.
As with so many other things involved in parenting, I can't decide if this is a righteous blessing, or a sign of my impending doom.