Oh... that toy, Ted

I was in Ted's wardrobe the other day, with Ted on his changing table, when a squawk was heard. Now this particular squawk (difficult to express electronically) is generally used to convey an interest in some un-nameable thing. And so it was in this instance. The article in question was, as it turns out, a Duplo toy that his Great Aunts Hil and Di had sent which had been deemed "too grown-up"... but now Ted was of a different opinion; and so, after consulting with the Oracle, it was duly recognised that Ted had indeed "grown-up" since then and the planets were suitably aligned.

So here he is, playing with the tanker. It was an immediate hit.