Xander was so cute, walking around with this toy fishing pole around his neck. Even when he went on to play with other things that day, the pole still stayed around his neck.
Our little beach bum, ready to go swimming again with his "goggles" that he begged Mommy to get for days ("Go store, Mommy, get goggles?" he would ask, over and over and over again. I think it's a holdover from the snorkeling he did at the beach).
Our little OCD man, cramming as many HotWheels cars as possible into the little windowsill in his favorite corner of the house. And what's really fun is that the fifth row barely fits, so they have trouble staying on (and guess who doesn't like that, not one little bit).