That's the only thing I need.

The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. -Navin R. Johnson, The Jerk

Yesterday, Lily refused to leave the house without Beaker the Muppet, her yellow bouncy ball, and ... a squash. You know, the vegetable. While in her carseat, she managed to perch Beaker atop the ball and then proceed to "feed" him the squash. While counting aloud. Later, once we had exited the car, Beaker and the ball were discarded and the squash became a weapon to bonk people on the head. Fun stuff.

When I was little, my parents dubbed me 'Gretel' because of my habit of leaving a trail of toys in my wake, and it appears my daughter might have picked up this particular trait. I am so proud...not to mention a wee bit frightened for what lies ahead.

And yes, thanks for asking, there is a squash lying in the backseat of my car today.

And a ball.

And a Beaker.