Thousands of dollars later
My children are happily engrossed right now in a game they've devised on their own. I'm not 100% clear on the nuances, but it seems to involve placing crumpled up pieces of paper into one of Julia's shoes and taking them out again. They're both giggling hysterically.
Tell me again, why do I live in this Fisher-Price infested kid paradise if they're content to play with magazine scraps and articles of clothing?