I love listening in when Maggie is playing with her toys. One of the toys always complains and cries and whines (basically, it sounds like Maggie) and another toy sounds exactly like me (saying things like, "Uh-oh. You haffa talk nice your mama.") But now it's not just how she plays, it's what she plays with that has me busting a gut. She's no respecter of toys. If something can be carried, fiddled with, pretended with, used for an alternate purpose, or otherwise manipulated, Maggie will play with it.
Toys of choice for the day: silverware.
Real silverware= adults,
Favorite runner up toys were a wet dish rag, memory cards, and an x-men comic book she insisted on checking out from the library ("Pease, mom! I want dis scary book. Pease?")