During my lunch break today, I'm going to post some pictures and a longer post, but in the meantime, here's a conversation I overheard R having this morning while playing:
Pair of scissors: "Hey, where's Mommy?"*sigh* The power of guilt...
Wooden train: "'She's at work,' the daddy says."
Scissors: "No, she's not. She's at home. I'll look for her."
[Scissors look around]
Scissors: "Hmm, I guess she's not here. She must be at work right now."