Actually, not me. All my friends are amazing and wonderful and funny and sweet.... most of the time! However, my son has a very strange penchant for befriending the oddest things. Yes, I said things. Some will remember Bear's friendship with JZHAW and BEPBR (that's two year old speak for salt and pepper), and that he would literally walk around with the large refill canisters of the salt and pepper, talking to them, trying to feed them, and inevitably pouring them out. (I finally got smart and emptied them into ziplock bags; he lost interest afterward... hmmmm) Well, his new friend is tall, dark, and um, full of garbage. Bear has been dragging around the garage garbage can--you know, the large sized one that has wheels and handles? Yup, that's his new buddy. And he's sitting in my living room. Having been invited to play with Bear and Bunkin. Bunkin just offered Can a block (and by offered, I mean threw away said block). Life is imaginative for a two year old, isn't it?