The boy’s very first set of his very own dice arrived today. I’d say it’s a hit:

I want to take my dice with me and put them on my bed when I go to sleep.

I want to keep my dice forever. When I die, I want to be holding them.

Further evidence:

In other news, it’s time to break out the hair clippers and I was on my way upstairs with the ladder to change a light bulb. I should do that now.