That little bottle is full of dry popcorn and beads. Daycare calls it a sensory bottle, and I'm trying to come up with names for it that are even more pretentious. An auditory safari bottle? A prefrontal cortex massage bottle? A Harvard rattle? Lyla is in love with it, just not in love with being photographed with it.
Here she is in the car with it, turning us both into Einsteins.
It was unbelievably loud, especially those six times she dropped it and began to shriek.
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