If you put stan on the floor with a bunch of his toys, he doesn't last long, but if you put him on the floor with, say, a piece of grass or a tiny rock or a piece of fluff from a quilting project, he will stay happy for a long time. He's like a little vacuum cleaner, moving from tiny thing to tiny thing. He zeroes in, scoots over to it, picks it up with his thumb and finger, and puts it in his mouth. Unless I take it away first, that is. I went to Scott's elders quorum basketball game on Saturday and sat up on the stage with stan. He had a great time and I came home with a pocket full of tiny things.
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