Francie used to have a lot of toys, but every once in a while I'll look away from whatever I'm doing and find some toy's insides all over the floor. I always think I can fix them, so instead of throwing them out I put them on the bookshelf. The other day she killed two in the span of only a few hours. That's when I realized maybe it was time to actually fix them.
And no, I totally don't get ANY pleasure out of the moments when she notices that everything she loves to chew on is a few feet out of her reach. Nope. None whatsoever.