My Indoor Toys

I love to play, who doesn't? Whether its with my boys, mommy, daddy, or anyone else, its fun. What makes it even more enjoyable is having my toys. Let me tell you about 'em. First, there's my two bones (one's pretty much a nubby stub), fun and good for the teeth (especially the canines, get it? tee hee). Then there's my red rubber knobby bone, a wonderful instrument for tug of war (the best when I'm doing this with my daddy). Finally, there are my stuffed toys: Basketball is a spongy ball with which I like to play fetch; Baby is technically not a stuffed toy (at least not anymore, my doing, oooops); Lamby is a favorite of mine (he's a squeaker), and it really shows (poor little guy hee hee); last of my stuffed animals is Ralph, a cute squeaky penguin complete with hat, scarf, and gloves (a little like the fourth doctor, you know Dr. Who, except with a different type of hat). I do like to play tug of war with my stuffed animals, but I have to be careful about getting too excited and pulling too hard (not easy for someone my age). Don't tell anybody, but I really wish that I could bring my toys outside. Mommy and Daddy say I can't, something about Reverse Archaeology... oh, well. Anyway, talk to yuy later.