Toys Toys Toys

Indiana has PLENTY of toys. He has so many of his own toys that he is VERY popular with the other kids. He has play toys. He has toys to stimulate his imagination. He has toys that dance. He has tub toys. He has light up toys. He has musical toys. He has many, many toys that do more than one of the afore-mentioned things. Why oh Why cant he leave my toys alone? Must my Beatles One album be a teether? Must my new DVD of Paul McCartney live be a tug of war rope? And most importantly.... must my sub-woofer be a kick boxing prop? I feel like my vocabulary consists of just a few words now. I used to communicate so well, now all I say is:

1. No!
2. What is that awful SMELL?!?
3. Can someone wipe this kid off?
4. Is that YOUR toy?
5. Please, for the love of God, go to sleep already!

Ah, being a mom is so great!