On our visit to Z’s grandparents, I found a box of wooden dominoes from Cuba. You know, those touristy souvenirs. They were dusty with sawdust from the quick mass production for touristic sales. Z didn’t care. He was engaged and played with them, stacking them like blocks and knocking them down after. V was also fascinated with them. She is starting to identify her toys vs other things and she prefers the latter. So she grabbed one and started to suck on them. Ewww.