The baby of a girlfriend of a friend came to play today. Since I don't get any more babies, I had a hard time finding something good for her to do. The above reason is also why I have this toy still: I can't give it up. It's a perfect little toy for tables; I don't know why I didn't use it when I took my babies out, back when they were babies. And when little baby girl left, the yo-yo still sits, nary a wobble, on my table while I write. It'll be there until the kids get up in the morning and bat it around, more as if it were a baseball instead of a ball of yarn.
I hoped for the reflection on the table when I took the shot, but it would only come out if I hit it with a flash, too. It has an e-bay quality look to it, like it's inviting someone to shop for it and take it as it is. I guess the e-bay look has nostalgia written all over it, and that, I guess, is good enough.
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