Laura, I must tell you a story about the dinosaur you sent Toby when he was first born. He still loves it, and just recently began to figure out what noise went with it. It often stands on the floor of the playroom downstairs, and each time he sees it he goes over, crouches down so that he is nose to nose with it, and roars the most ferocious roar that a 19 month old can produce. Then he walks away, confident that he has again shown it who is boss.
