Things had gotten too far when I walked into the kitchen and they were invading there as well.
All across the counter there were cars. Jake was walking up carrying even more, complete with sound effects.
I asked what was going on and he proceeded to go into great detail about which car was being chased and which cars were chasing; who was bad and who was good.
This one was on the lamb and found a good hiding spot behind the blender.
I love that Jake still very much enjoys playing with these two types of toys. I'll give Legos any day of the week as a gift before I'll give something with flashing lights or loud noises. I love to watch him play and hear about his creations and the minute detail he puts into building these things. I love to hear the stories associated with all the car chases. Rarely do I fully comprehend them, but I'm fascinated by them all the same.
That being said, I don't mind the occasional car chase downstairs, but the kitchen counter tops are going to be where I draw the line.
When I came down for breakfast the next morning I noticed a stray. He was hiding behind the coffee maker. Apparently Jake didn't imagine a Caribou for this car to stop at to reinvigorate itself for a new day of running from the law.