Conor found his bicycle helmet and fell in love. Hard. He wouldn't part with the thing for two days. We had to dispose of it when he wasn't looking before bed. And finally he was told that it had to go live out in the garage with momma' and dada's helmets. He was "ok" with that...after a good cry.
Helmet's and brocoli. Conor wouldn't even take off this helmet to eat!
Happy Boy!