A couple of months ago I bought a package of brightly colored craft pom poms thinking that I would use them at some point to do something crafty. Well, Tommy found them a couple of weeks ago and thought they were pretty fun. I took them away, afraid that he would try to eat one and choke on it, but somehow he saved one green fuzzy out. He carried it around with him for days and wouldn't let go of it when we went places. He grew so attached to it that I found myself growing attached to it, too. One time he dropped it in the parking lot of the grocery store and the next thing I knew I was running after it, trying to save it from being lost in a gutter or something. I had to laugh at myself after that. It's a green pom pom! I would have done anything to retrieve it.
He got into the bag of fuzzies again last week and this time I just let him. Now they are all over my house and all over the car. They are Tommy's toy of choice (next to Wrinkles, of course). He loves to hold them, throw them, and put them into other toys where they don't belong. I find them in cups, in bowls, in the shape sorter, in his ball popper, and in puzzles. I find them in my shoes, in the bag with the blocks, and always in his hand. Ah, Tommy and his Technicolor Fuzzies. I'll have to buy some more if I actually want to do some crafts one day:)
