M was sobbing laying on the couch, we all tried to figure out what was bothering him so much, with no luck. I finally got him to tell me what was wrong. "My Peter Rabbit toy doesn't work, I miss it!" I hold him and hug him for awhile, trying not to gigle the whole time. I'm not cruel, its just funny how randomly he'll be so upset over stuff like this.
The Peter Rabbit toys battery died over a year ago, ha!