When I get home from work Mia would dig through the small toy box looking for a specific toy to parade. It wasn't always the same one. She would be on a frantic mission to find the one she was looking for. But I couldn't touch the toy, no.... I could only look at it and comment on it. Ears pinned back, crying, walking circles around me.
Point being, we have a small toy box in the living room and bed room.