The other day we found ourselves at a toy store that specializes in rubber figurines. You know, the kind that every kid collects, and that every parent eventually almost cripples themselves stepping on. Meg was enraptured. I had no idea how I was going to get her away. She wandered from shelf to shelf, oohing and ahhing, and very carefully picking things up and putting them back. I was just about to resign myself to having to buy at least one to get her out of there when she turned around and smiled, holding a very small, very determined looking knight. "Did you find a knight," I said. "Knight?" she answered. "Yes, that's a knight," I replied. She looked perplexed, and then very carefully turned around and placed the little figure on it's side. "Night, night," she said, and led me away from the figurines, her finger against her lips in a "shhhh" gesture.
Best trip to the toy store ever.