The dreaded Polly Pockets phase has begun, and now our house is being overrun by tiny plastic shoes and mini-skirts. Leta is not good at putting things away unless we threaten over and over again that we’re going to throw it all away. So there’s all this crap lying around that Coco loves to chew on. Which means our days are now filled with one long forlorn refrain: COCO IS EATING MY STUUUUUFFFFF. And I just can’t be bothered to care.