This morning I was playing trains with my three year old son when he realized 'boy with the phone' was missing. I tried to distract him with 'boy with the computer' or 'pirate' or even 'girl with purse' but noooooo, he had to find 'boy with the phone' right then and there. He began looking through, well dumping out, his toy containers, saying 'where is he? where is he?'. Now keep in mind these little guys are tiny about 1/2 the size of a polly pocket (yet another joyous toy!) and one of those toys that a Dyson can easily scoop up. I continue to try to distract him but to no avail. He refuses to play unless he finds 'boy with the phone'. He disappears and I end up playing with his baby brother and the second rate 'boy with the computer'--thankfully the baby does not know the difference ;)
So about 30 minutes later, I hear really fast footsteps and a big smile. He is holding 'boy with phone' with a huge smile. Life is good!
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