Sometimes, y'know, you can never tell what your child's favorite toy is. Case in point: Jason gets Veronica a Happy Meal tonight, and as part of a McDonald's promotion with Pixar, she gets a little Woody figurine, from "Toy Story." It's cheap, it smells funny, it's got limited mobility and isn't all that great. But she barely set it down all evening, finding numerous ways to play with him. She "hid" him in her Dora trashcan. She turned his head backwards and said "where he go?" then turned it back and said "there he is!" She put a blanket over him and whispered "Shhhhh, quiet, Eee-Dee night-night." (OK, so she can't quite get out "Woody." It comes out closer to "Eee-Dee.") You get the idea. In the meantime, the SpongeBob doll I got her for Easter has spent the past week going "night-night" on our computer speaker, untouched, and lord only knows what has happened to extravagant gifts and big, fancy toys. All I know is, Woody is currently night-night on the kitchen table and will probably be the first thing she goes for in the morning.

Huh.