More tape, please, Mama
This is what happens when I don't want to get off the computer--I bribe her with office supplies. Who needs toys when you have scotch tape?
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If he sees you with a rool of tape he gets very excited, then starts pointing at the parts of his body he wants you to put tape on.
I always thought this was a little strange, but am so relieved to know that S Boogie, whom I regard as highly developed, likes tape too!
And now I learn that Miss R also enjoyed tape.
So glad to know the Big O is normal.
I came to a similar conclusion when preparing for a family road trip when my kids were young. Bandaids, tape, all those things that we normally don't let them play with - we usually say "no", b/c we "can't afford" to waste things. But then I compared these items to the cost of toys, and said, "YES!" (You can imagine what the back seat of the car looked like, but no harm done, and it 'saved the day'.) :)