Ernest loves, and I mean LOVES to the point of obsession, pompon balls. He carries one, sometimes two, around in his mouth, he chases them, he carries one, sometimes two, around in his month WHILE chasing another one, he nurses on them, he hordes them, and if his sisters try to take them from him, he gets all growly and fierce.
I was at the craft store yesterday and bought a whole bag of orange pompons so he could have plenty to play with, and so could his sisters. The boy was in Heaven.
And when he's done playing with his pompons, where does he put them to keep them safe? Well here, of course. In the kitten dishes.