Boing!

There's a new favorite toy around here. It doesn't light up, crinkle, or play music. It isn't plastic, wooden, or stuffed.

It's just... this:

Doorstops. The kind that are like a little spring. There are five of them around the apartment and Mason's found every single one. He's completely obsessed. If he crawls out of my sight, I don't even have to panic or wonder where he is. I just wait for the noise - the boing! of a spring being pulled and released - and go look behind a random door.





It's the coolest thing since tupperware.