Toys? What toys?

Case in point.

Babies and toddlers would rather play with anything but the toys you buy for them.

Be it boxes, paper bags, or....

Oven mits.

There's just nothing better than the real thing.

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Anonymous said…
LOL!
4/17/2006 07:11:00 AM
Anonymous said…
cute!
4/17/2006 08:14:00 AM
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