First, it may be a purse (usually is, in fact). Then, she prances in front of me with that mouth full of choppers, all smiles!
Very shortly thereafter, she has picked up a dirty sock or a packet of soup, or one of many, many rubberbands/headbands that happens to be in the middle of our den floor...
and then Miss Chunky Legs comes strolling back with her "tings", smiling big as you please. Simple pleasures! This is going to be a fun Christmas.