North loves plastic. Sinking the elongated teeth of his lower jaw into a soft, hollow piece of plastic is North's bliss. Over the years, I've continually searched out new and different toys for him to try and his favorites have evolved and changed. I was finally able to give up the search after finding hollow plastic whistles that are shaped like trains. I bought them from a shop where they were being sold as foot toys for birds, but I've since upgraded to buying them in bulk from a store that specializes in magic tricks and birthday party favors. North loves them and can destroy several a night. (Nocturne also enjoys them but not in such an obsessive way.)
Whenever I get a new shipment of the train whistles, I run them through the washer and dryer in a lingerie bag. Then they go into a Meijer shopping tote that hangs next to the Reptarium so I can distribute as needed.
A few weeks ago I heard something rustling around in the bag full of hollow, plastic train whistles.
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Surprise!
Since that first foray into the bag, North has gotten into the habit of playing in there every few nights for anywhere 5-30 minutes at a time. He dives. He chews. He tosses around trains like a superhero.
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