So, I ask TJ to go and pick up his train tracks, which are surrounded by books, hard little animals and people, a piggy bank, numerous other colorful plastic toys. Of course, he has to try to climb over me, and over the chair, instead of just going around the table. He picks up one piece of his train track and puts it on his head. "See my hat, Mama?"
And drops it into the room I'm in. The room that is supposed to stay toy-free.
"TJ, get that out of here."
"Mama, I just came in here to give you a hug."