For those of you who don't have kids, don't bother to buy any toys when you do decide to have a baby. These munchkins don't play with their toys; they wanna play with yours. And by that I mean, your cellphone, the tissue box, your stapler, pen, notepad, garbage bin, your hair - in short, anything that doesn't remotely resemble a toy.
Either Kayla has a super short attention span or her toys are simply not captivating enough. Of late, she's taken a huge interest in my stuff and seizes every opportunity to lay her tiny fingers on these forbidden objects whenever I'm not looking. When she's caught red-handed, she tries to smile it off. And don't even think about wrestling it away from her, she'll throw a huge fit...
That said, her playroom now looks like a war zone, peppered with remnants of our daily battles. Bits of tissue, Post-its, straw wrappers, torn magazines (tons of them) and what have you. But her favorite un-toy toy is my cellphone. She knows how to flip it open and loves punching those tiny buttons. So if you do get a mysterious call one day with a very brilliant baby "Hi there," you know who won the fight.
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