A couple of leaves and a stick we picked up at the blue slides one day. This is G's art desk, AKA my coffee table. Every morning she gets a new piece of paper and draws a design then cuts it out. As you see the paper where the scissors are she developed a game we played last night where she asked me "which one is the cutter, mama?" And to lengthen the game I chose wrong twice to which she replied, "Noooooo, not dat one."