Introducing (left to right of course): Boy. Boy. Old Man. Farmer. Man. Boy #1 digs Boy, Boy, and Man. Asks for them by name. Often carries them around in a Green Bucket that he uses for his favorites. They came with the Train that he received compliments of Saint Nick on X-Mas.

It can get a tad bit confusing when it comes to the Boy(s) since there are two of them. They look quite different, hard to miss the Boy with the fruity tam o' shanter hat...but when they are squirreled away under the sofa, or in some toy bucket, and the Boy (read: My Boy - #1) is screaming for Boy...it can get tense. Boy #1 doesn't really like Old Man that much which is interesting. Agism I guess? Farmer is mixed in here, more a spare than anything else. Setting this little dudes up is how I spent a recent Saturday. Playing with them...because as Boy #1 says: Daddy's Turn. Daddy's Turn Please (If I'm slow to act.) Below is a recent pick of Ethan wearing his new Fire Chief hat. His Aunt Betty sent a box of goodies. He went apeshit with the popcorn in the box. Daddy mistake...don't let your kids play w/ this popcorn. It took me, and I'm not embellishing for this good blog, 20 minutes to sweep up all the popcorn that was strewn across our bedroom and on our bed. He had a great time, yes. But, man, what a beating...Cleaning that crap up after he was done.