We have this Playmobil stuff now. The kids LOVE it. Boo especially. The role play options are endless given how similar the zillions of teeny tiny pieces look to real life stuff they recognize.
It's also a little known fact to outsiders, but Finch likes to regale the kids with his impressive command of the Russian language, since it's the only chance he gets to practice it nowadays. They love it. To wit: the following conversation was overheard one morning last week while I nursed a bottle of DayQuil in a nearby room.
Boo: What my do wif her now?
Zee: Put her over there. On the chair.
Boo: Why?
Zee: Because she has die-arena. She needs to be in the baffroom.
Boo: Huh?
Zee: Die-uh-REE-nuh. That's Russian. You don't know, but I do.
Boo: Otay.
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