We have been keeping Valencia's toys in a basket on the bar, for lack of a better place. She just got a squeaky flying mouse wand, introduced to it today. The Things went upstairs about half an hour ago, and the toy was put away. 5 minutes ago I hear the mouse squeaking. She's found her toy basket and is on the bar, trying to attack it. So now I have baby sitting duty, wand tucked under my leg when I type.