G will play for hours and hours in the living room, front deck or in his room with his Playmobile animals. He calls them his "Toy Remorial" and I have no idea why, but I label the basket where they live accordingly. Who am I to question a child's logic? I love hearing the scenarios he's setting up when his friend is here. The animals talk, have missions, eat and find very interesting places around the house to use for shelter.
Seeing him with his "Toy Remorial" makes me smile. Such innocence and wonder at this age (which is fast approaching 7). Oh my. How the heck did that happen?
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