I saw a little action figures of Mario and Luigi of Super Mario Brothers fame and, without thinking, bought them.
Well, my five-year-old saw them and loved them. A lot, in fact. With there only being and inch and a half tall or so, they were easily lost in the bed at night, so I bought a container for them at Ikea, a giant plush frog with a big mouth/pocket that zippers closed for just such emergencies. Perfect.
Since then, things have happened. His fascination with Mario and Luigi's back-story has led him to the discovery of many more characters, and because he was really engaging in imaginative play with these characters and because they weren't very expensive, I ordered Bowser, Toadstool, Princess Peach, and one of those little bomb things. At this moment in time, these little figures and his wooden blocks are the best things in the world.
So he carries this frog, King Frog, nearly everywhere he goes in the house, which is pretty cute because so many of the things we get for our kids seem to go unappreciated. Actually it is more than cute. It fills my heart to see it, I don't know why.
Anyway. I also noticed that if he could take them with him somewhere, for instance at bath or dinner time, he'd put them in this odd place in the foyer. He's meticulous child so I didn't think too much of it. But one day I watched him go a significant distance to put them there for what was only to be a few minutes.
So I asked. "Why do you put King Frog with the shoes all the time?"
"In case there's a fire or gas leak and we have to get out fast I can grab them on the way out."
Okay.
