"Why is your eye cracked?" That's what Cooper wants to know.
I have insomnia. Actually, I'm not sure if I'm an insomniac. But I don't sleep very much. Now, my kids are noticing. Bloodshot eyes = cracked in Cooperese. In an effort to relax a little bit I didn't make them do anything on Sunday. Which is to say that I disguised a day of rest for myself as a treat for them.
When we rest, we organize our LEGOs and build stuff.
Cooper showing me what my eyes should look like.
As far as we got on the Hogwarts project, right before Cooper tripped and fell on it and smashed it into a billion little bits.