"Of course you can. Don't need my permission to play however you want to play, do you? It's a free country." ...They don't even know if they can define Wonderland as a country. A free... mansion and modest amount of surrounding wilderness? A free... storybook? Whatever. He probably gets what they mean. They're not gonna turn him in for doing something against the rules. If there even are any rules about the proper way to frolick in the snow.

There probably aren't. This isn't actually misbehaving. But it's all about the illusion of misbehaving. That catharsis that comes with wrecking something picturesque and nice and worked-on. That feeling of doing something wild and noisy and against the rules, even if it isn't actually against the rules. Sometimes, being a bad kid feels better than anything good ever could.

They just grin ear-to-ear, roll their modestly-growing little snowball along. "I bet you'll like it. Being messy is fun, even if good kids aren't supposed to be. Being strong is fun, even if it makes you scary. Nobody's really getting hurt, since I don't think Wonderland snowmen are alive, so what's the harm in it, right?"