Dooby's obsessions have shifted from the garbage to the toilet, specifically the flushing of "foilet" paper, as he calls it. Thank heavens his little mind hasn't figured out that just about any small object could actually fit down the toilet! He loves to carry shreds of foilet around the house in his sweaty little fist until he finds a suitable toilet to send it off to it's watery grave. Sometimes he actually forgets he has foilet in his hand and will carry it around for hours. Case in point: A few days ago, he had a muffin in one hand, and his foilet in the other. He got distracted by Daddy and popped the foilet in his mouth, and because he's a boy he actually chewed and swallowed it. MMmmm good! I'm hoping that this latest interest will lead to some actual potty time for Dooby, but I won't hold my breath.