Our neighbor gave us two huge zucchinis from his garden. For some reason G. decided to make the large zucchini his "baby" and then T. copied him. G. named his zucchini Stuart and later changed it to "Squashy". T. named his zucchini "Joe". They insisted on carrying the "babies" with them for the rest of the day, they took a bath with their "babies", dressed them in socks, snuggled with them as they listened to bedtime stories and finally fell asleep with them. Right before he fell asleep, G. asked if his baby would rot. I had to tell him the truth, that his baby would rot because it's a zucchini after all.
