He loves it. I hate it. That damn toy lawn mower, I mean.
"Do you want to eat?" "No. Mow."
"Do you want to use the potty?" "No. Mow."
"Do you want to watch Elmo?" "No. Mow."
"Do you want a cookie?" "Cookie, then mow?"
He wants to sleep with it. He wants to cuddle it. He won't put it down. Epic meltdown ensues when things like diaper changing have to take place. He loves it. I hate it. But at least it keeps him occupied, right?
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