I can’t believe the latest favourite toy of FBB is one of these…
Yes, a bottle of honey. In particular, the bear-shaped bottle of honey.
The story went like this: one day, my parents took him to grocery shopping (as they–and we–always do). Since my mom’s house has run out of honey, my dad grabbed a bottle, the bear-shaped bottle, and placed it into the shopping cart. FBB saw it, and immediately claimed the bottle as his. In fact, he went on his usual generous streak, “this (bottle) is FBB’s. This (another bottle) is Grandma’s. This (yet another bottle) is Mama’s…” (I think he stopped at the third bottle.) My parents ended up buying two botttles, one for themselves and another for FBB.
At home, we still have about 2/5 of a large bottle of Billy Bee honey left, plus two other bottles of the farmer market variety.
Once home, FBB kept asking us to hold him, open the cupboard we store honey in, and get him the bear-shaped bottle. Initially, he asked us to open the bottle, as he wanted us to make him drinks with it. We said no, stating we still have the other bottle left.
Eventually, he stopped asking us to open the bottle, just treating it as a toy: as we prepare for school this morning, he packed the (rather large) bottle into his “school” bag. We watched him struggle carrying the bag with one hand/arm, as he kept denying my request to aid him in holding the bag. (I knew better than taking the bottle out.)