robots.

In kindergarten, Erik's teacher had a prize box for her students. The process was a simple "luck-of-the-your-name-was-drawn-at-the-end-of-class," but Erik loved it. One day he came home with this robot. He pulled it out of his backpack and put it on our table. And then with the flick of a switch on the back it started walking. Mae and I were astounded - and he was thrilled. 

He loved it. Robs loved it. Mae loved it. Now Mems loves it.

And I find it everywhere.

(One time Robs told me that she found it in the fridge.)