When I was a kid, I was obsessed with Toy Story (who am I kidding, I’m still obsessed) and, of course, convinced that my toys were alive. I would close my eyes, pretend I was asleep… THEN LEAP OUT OF BED in an attempt to catch my toys eating dinner or doing their taxes or whatever it is that toys do. But they would still be in their usual places, looking back at me with their plastic sparkly eyes.