Nico has this cat machine that attaches to her jungle gym. It has a pinwheeled mirror on its belly and, when you turn it on, will flash red and blue lights and sing an obnoxious baby tune that sounds like birds chirping themselves to death.
This toy is dangerous.
Though we’re not quite sure how or why. All we know is that, as soon as we put it in front of Nico–even if it’s not yet turned on–she cracks a huge smile. If we turn it on she gets ecstatic. Seriously, lollypop-sucking, rave-going ecstatic.
So we’ve started calling it her crack. And we try to give it to her in limited doses.