Cozy?

Last night while I was making dinner, Lincoln started pulling pots out of the cupboard. I didn't pay too much attention, because he often entertains himself with the pots and pans, banging on them with a wooden spoon or smashing lids together like cymbals. But last night, he selected the pasta colander and carried it into the living room. He set it down on the floor next to Greta (who was curled up in a chair), and then made himself comfortable for their nightly dinner-prep viewing of Cozy's Big Day, a sneak peek DVD included with a Christmas present from Aunt Colleen. Doesn't look too cozy to me, but he was quite content.