When my DS was 18 months old he begged for his shoes & bag for hours. We finally gave in just to see what he wanted with them. He gathered his lovey (a MyBanky named Rich), stuffed him into his bag, told us bye-bye and walked out the door. This was his first big idea. The heartbreaking part is that he was going to my Maw Maw's house through the bushes, but no one was home. Luckily DH followed him discreetly to make sure he'd be safe & ended up rescuing his little broken heart!