The Watchers

Over the past couple of weeks and months a strange phenomenon has been developing in the house - I call it "The Watchers." The Watchers are various sundry toys/items that have to watch us do various sundry things. "Mommy, the digger watch me pee." "Mommy, my dollie watch me eat." As the weeks have progressed more and more things have become watchers over more and more events and the items have become odder - we have had combs, used paper towels, trucks, pens and the list goes on. They have even asked for toys I haven't seen in months causing me to search the house high and low for the most random of things because if the toy doesn't watch then there is hell to pay. I am hoping that the coincidental pangs of paranoia I am feeling are just related to all these things watching me and not the first signs of true insanity.