Not Your Average Frosty

Caity was amusing herself in the basement while I constructed some cards. She found the hamper-like bin that we store her cardboard bricks in and emptied it of said bricks. She then placed it upside down on her head and wandered around in circles. "Look, I'm a snowman!" she announced as she came over to where I was sitting. "Look at you!" I replied. "Do you have a name?" I continued, bending back to my work (I am very engaged in mothering, as you can tell). "Alien!" She responded. This caused me to look back up at her. "Alien?" I questioned, not sure I'd heard right, "Your snowman name is 'Alien'?" "Yes!" She said with confidence. Then she wandered away, hamper still on head.