It's not about the ducks any more

Quinn made a beeline for the toy drawer when I put him on the floor in his room before bathtime. Then he got distracted by the jolly jumper bar that knocked a couple cans with paint-can-style lids over, dislodging one of the lids. He got ahold of one of the lids and it was his new favourite thing. He took it into the bath. He held it throughout the bath. He held it after the bath and completely ignored the rubber duckies except for a few shovel-like bats at them with the lid. He held the lid after the bath to the change table where he held onto it during the wrestling match known as dressing and diapering. He then shrieked mightily when it was taken from him before bedtime. Is the rubber ducky era over? Who knows? Watch this space for further gripping developments...