Sometimes it's like there's been an invasion. An invasion of small, fierce, plastic figures. ALL over the house. The two older nuts exist in a parallel universe, one that is inhabited solely by people from Star Wars, dinosaurs, knights, soldiers and monsters.
I find these figures everywhere - on the stairs, in the bath, on every windowsill, even in my bed. I cannot imagine a time when they won't be in my life - they're almost part of the furniture. I think I'll miss them when they're gone. x