Miles and I killed some time at Target today, which turned out to be a terrible idea because that kid would not let me leave without buying a couple of Nintendo Amiibo.
He does recognize the little figurines from the bookshelves at home, where a number of the tiny, frivolous sculptures are displayed. In fact, when the new additions went missing shortly after arriving back at the house, I ultimately found that Miles had taken the liberty to place them on a shelf himself.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 