Who Needs Toys?

There are days when I think we need every toy we have ever purchased.  In general the kids like to play with their toys and there are few toys that I can think of that they don't play with often.  And then there are days when I wonder why we have toys.  Reese hates playing in his room if nobody is in there and I hate them dragging all of their toys out into the living room.  So his defactos position is to grab a book and sit on the sofa (because at least there will be other living things in the room with him).  Plus my kids love to play with things that aren't toys (which is fine) and love to use those things to either destroy their toys or destroy property throughout the house.  I am sure this is the bane of many a mother's existance.
On this particular day though, Reese was enjoying playing with his trains on the kitchen table.  The kitchen table is one of the few places safe from Brisbane (or at least it was a few weeks ago when these pictures were taken...now he can climb on chairs and up onto the table).  Reese was happy because he loves his trains and I was happy because he was totally engrossed and using great imaginitive play.

 So what was his little brother to do now that the trains were out of his reach?

Climb in the bin and play with the extra pieces!  Reese would occassionally run over and dig a piece out from around Brisbane.  This relationship worked out quite well.  Brisbane sat in that bin for well over 30 minutes before he cried to be rescued.  Then he pushed the bin around on the tile for another 10 minutes before he climbed back in and played for another fifteen.  Genius!