Two of my happiest photos of Cino. He was maybe 2-3 years olds at the time and "mousie" was his favourite toy – ever. The funny thing was that mum had bought Mousie for Stitch, and Stitch had done the classic Stitch thing and shoved Mousie behind a cupboard within 20 minutes. A year or so after we got Cino, we had to move the cupboard and re-discovered Mousie, which we threw across the room and Cino bounded after it to grab it. From that day on, Mousie and Cino were inseparable for years – no matter how many times we had to patch up poor old Mousie.
Cino would do this gorgeous game where he would position Mousie on the floor, then position himself in front of Mousie, facing away. He'd sit down, being "surprised" by Mousie ending up underneath him – to which he'd spin around and smack Mousie across the floor. It was always joyous to watch.