So, Colton has a little action figure guy we've named George. He came with a Catipillar dump truck and he's an oh-so-cool looking construction man. Colton plays with him in the bathtub, in his sandbox, pretty much everywhere. He's chewed on his feet so the paint has worn off and the toes turn upward. It's his only action figure and upon realizing he was playing pretend with him, Jason went out and bought him a pack of 3
new guys. So George would have some friends to interact with. When he came home and gave Colton the new guys, I felt bad for poor old George. Colton dropped him like a hot potato:
Poor George...
Colton remembered him, picked him up, found the box of baby wipes and put George inside while he played with the new guys. The new guys danced on top of the box of baby wipes. George's days are numbered:
I swear I'm not making this up. A two year olds imagination is always good for blogging about.
