Hobbies of a Little Man

My Little Man is a simple boy. He likes cars. He likes blocks. He likes cups. He likes putting things in things and then taking things out. (Like putting a car and a block in a cup.)
Innocent enough, right?

Except when the place things go in and out of is the toilet. And since Mommy has such a strong reaction to the whole toilet-toy-swimming scenario it just makes it THAT much more fun. I've started keeping a list of things that have taken the dunk. They include:

• Care Bear
• Wireless Mouse
• Dollhouse Refrigerator
• Socks
• Hat
• Markers
• Crayon
• Cups
• Legos
• Christmas Morning Barbie (who GFP swears is really a Hannah Montana doll. Even though she's never seen Hannah Montana in anything but commercials. Which would explain the confusion since Christmas Morning Barbie doesn't have a horsey face. At all.)
  

Now, I have a few things I wouldn't mind being destroyed by a trip on the porcelain bus. For example:

• My to-do list (which never seems to be written by me. Not that I'm bitter.)
• That really irritating talking Princess Ariel necklace that GFP loves.
• That really REALLY irritating "press the button" Spongebob book that Little Man loves. (Imagine Spongebob's laugh. Over and over and over and over again. "Hahahahahahahaha...")
• Modern Daddy's copy of The Negotiator. (Yes, it was a good movie. The first 3 times. But really, do we need to own it?)
  
• Every issue of Real Simple that I own and hold on to. Because it just makes me feel like I should simplify through organization. Which is not realistic. Or simple.

Thankfully he hasn't figured out how to flush. Yet. Something tells me that his big sister is just waiting on the right moment to teach him. Like when she starts getting homework.