The horse was a hand-me-down gift from folks at the Y--he loves to rock.
Another cheap toy. Give the boy two paper bags and he'll run circles around the house just making noise. He loves to put various things in them, especially his nook. 
When I was in high school, a certain English teacher of mine yelled at me in front of my peers for using the word "chick" to refer to girls. Now this same teacher's daughter buys my son a t-shirt with the word "chick" on it and no picture of fowl anywhere. The injustice of it all.
This is the new thing. He can get up on the couch all by himself. "
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