For his half birthday a while ago, Grandma and Grandpa decided Benjamin needed some more "boy toys" and gave him the baseball toy in the pictures below. When I opened the box, I saw that it was for 9 months and up and thought that maybe Benji would play with it in a few months. Benji, however, had different ideas. Sitting on my lap at the table, he tried to grab the toy in its box off of the table. So, we opened it up (no small feat, given how many twisty ties and pieces of tape there are on your average toy packaging) and he instantly took to it. He quickly figured out how to slap the ball and make it play music. Such joy and laughter! Of course, the bat was (and still is) more fun to put in one's mouth than to use to hit the baseball. But, hey, it's fun either way!
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
