Don't you love when toys start to take on a life of their own? Somewhere around the 2 year old mark, toys start to come alive. Suddenly, they have personalities. They need to be fed and carried around and they have tea parties and get their soft cotton teeth brushed. Lately I've been finding all sorts of adventurous toys around the house, and I can't help but feel like I'm caught in an episode of Toy Story 4.
Case in point - the other day headed into the kitchen I discovered that Cort's babies had taken Diego's Jeep out for a ride. I can't help but wonder what will happen when Diego discovers his precious Jeep has been carjacked by a couple of renegade babies.
To make matters worse, our VCR seems to be burping up red frogs. Luckily, we don't use the VCR that much anyhow. I'm a little scared to put my hand inside to see what else might be in there....
And suddenly, Reid has an entourage. An entourage in the double digits I might add. And there is much drama in the transportation of said entourage from one side of the house to the next. When you're under 3 feet tall it isn't so easy to tote around a frog, a hedgehog, a jaguar, a blanket, a baby, a mouse, a dog, a sheep, and several others that are not pictured.
Pretend play is so much fun.
At least I think it's all pretend.
But the babies in the Jeep might say otherwise...