To his joy, Little Lion discovered a new box of toys after waking up from his nap. They weren’t really toys–it was a box of assorted carrots, apples, plantains, and celery from our co-op–but, okay, I guess they were toys.

No box can withstand Little Lion (also true backwards–Little Lion can withstand no box) and he quickly starting hustling his new toys to various parts of the house. With our suggestion, he gave them names too. Plantains, as far as he was concerned, were bananas, or “Baa”s, apples were “Puh”s and Carrots started as “Tuh”s and turned into “Toots.”

After a while of scattering Baas and Puhs, he got tired and turned his attention fully to the Toots. Somehow, it had made sense to him to leave plaintains and apples everywhere, but carrots were apparently made for someone else. Clutching a grubby carrot with both hands, with a heavy frown on his face, he started lapping the table and shaking the carrot up and down, pronouncing weighty “buhbuhbuhs!” with every lap. That lasted for a while.

Having completed this little shamanic cleansing, or whatever it was, he then discovered the joys of putting all his foodie expropriations back into the box.

And then taking them out again.

And in again.

And out again.

And on and on and on and on. I think we think we found them all, but only smell will tell.