We bought three plastic tubs a few weeks ago, divided up Philip’s various toys between them, and then put two of them away. I swapped out the his toys last night. In the newly available tub was his toy train.
He was thrilled to see this toy again. He took it downstairs so that he could roll it on the coffee table. Then he moved to the laminate floor of the dining room. And then I didn’t hear him. I went out to the kitchen to check on him and found Philip in front of the open refrigerator. He discovered that the shelves were a nice, flat surface on which he could move the train.