Seriously...why do we have toys?

Meet our turtle. No, it's not real. Nor is it a safe, plastic toy. It's a garden "ornament" from the dollar store. Turtle came to live with us at our house a few years ago when Caleb HAD to bring him home from Nana and Pop's. Not sure what the attraction is, but now both of my boys have fallen for him. A few months ago, turtle was part of a hide-n-seek game around our house. Caleb would hide him in various locations only to be found later by me. Every time I would find turtle, it would throw Caleb into fits of laughter. I found turtle in locations such as the bathroom cabinet, the dirty clothes hamper, under the sink and in the bathtub. Sadly, turtle has had his share of accidents. If you look closely, he wears a small necklace of super-glue. Yes, turtle has lost his head a time or two. Fast forward to this morning... Cole woke up earlier than Caleb, so we had some extra special playing time. What did we play with, you ask? Obviously, turtle. We also had an old disposable camera (who knows what pictures are on it?), a blanket and some half-used deodorant. We hid turtle under the blanket. We took pretend pictures of turtle. We even had turtle "mell" (smell) the deodorant. Over and over again. Fun times...

If ever you want to send toys to my house, please reconsider. They will quickly be thrown into the pile in Caleb's room otherwise known as the "toy box" in favor of a laundry basket, some coat hangers, an empty water bottle and a super-glued turtle.