Bobble Trouble

Nathan's newest favorite "toys" are Grandpa's bobble heads. So far, he's only broken four of them. No other toy comes close to those bobble heads. He rearranges them constantly. He moves them from the table, to the floor, to the chair repeatedly and taps each head to make them all bobble at once. Then he imitates them. They are sports figures so he likes to point to the balls and say "bast" for basketball, "boot-bah" for football and "ah-key" for hockey. Good thing Grandpa works for a company that sponsors all of Atlanta's sports teams. If he didn't have those bobble heads, Nathan would be forced to play with the other hundred toys he has laying around.

The bobble head graveyard.
Broken bobble heads are absolutely devastating.
Everyone needs to rush out and buy lots of Philips electronics so that they can afford to continue providing Nathan with bobble heads. He averages about one casualty per day.
Since Nathan and Grandpa have been hanging out so much lately, they've picked up on each other's style.