Black sheep, white sheep.

Roo is sitting on my lap, whacking Black Sheep against White sheep, making them dance, and trying to make them type despite my best efforts.

"Mooo," he says, and then holds up White sheep. "White sheep."

"Uh huh."

He holds up black sheep. "Black sheep."

Then he makes them kiss each other, and him. Once all the smoochies are done, he picks them up and goes, "Maa-aaaah-hah-hah."

The sheep are now phoning, as best I can tell, Iraq. They are also getting into my wallet and taking out my library card, and demanding to "Maa-aaaah-hah. Eat lettuce."

Now one is phoning "Gampa Kurtz" and saying hello (I am too amused to care if Roo actually *did* call iraq).

I should let this kid play with my desk toys more often.