It's 6am and Moose wants me to build the Mission to Mars Command Center. His creative juices are really starting early today. I love to watch him build. Moose was not given much patience in life, so to watch him sit take the time to create a ship, a center, or a machine shows me that there may be light at the end of the tunnel. I just need to channel that energy into the rest of his life. Well until the damn man breaks or falls apart, than the storm of frustration hits and he melts down.