Virginia has figured out how to open drawers which is super great except that our drawers- well my bedside one anyway- is filled with those small plastic bags of extra buttons that come with new clothes, chapstick, hair elastics, bobby pins and maybe even some “less-mentionables”, k?
For Mike’s side we took his Han Solo and army dude dollies and sat them down on the nightstand. V was extremely intimidated at first, staying back a few feet while staring at the guys, wide-eyed, then checking in with daddy to make sure he knew about this. Look at guys, look at daddy, look at guys, look at daddy, look at mommy, look at guys. She made her approach and with one outstretched finger, touched the furry trim of Han Solo’s hood. He moved; she retreated – cowered into the duvet by daddy’s legs. For days just having the ‘drawer guys’ there discouraged her from messing with the drawers. But like any fake security system (here’s looking at you, SCARECROWS), the limitations are soon revealed.
Now she just pushes the dudes aside or pulls at their clothes and accessories and shouts at them, like a true VIP.