I've always suspected kids don't really need toys. BlondeNiece mostly ignored the ones her parents dragged with them in favor of reorganizing our bookshelves, or exploring the object at hand.
She discovered that our table had a handy climbing platform. The dog seemed a little confused at the invasion of her naps by misplaced feet.
When Jrex saw my precarious stack of phone books and towels he was confused, "Don't I have a book that would work?" I'd forgotten the shelf of medical books in the back room! Well, at least Cancer is good for something.