Babies have horrible survival instincts. In any given room, they are irresistibly drawn to whatever has the most potential to kill them. Along with plastic bags, Roan is also obsessed with the blind cord, which he somehow wrapped around his neck yesterday. When I unwrapped it, saving him from death by strangulation, he started to cry.
I know Roan can't read yet, but it seems like he is bent on proving these safety warnings wrong. This plastic bag is absolutely a toy. And it's the only toy that's made him happy all morning.