Linda and I were sitting on the couch, eating dinner. Violet was in between us in her chair, playing quietly with her wooden rattle. She'd put it in her mouth, slam it on the tray a few times, stare at it, gnaw on it some more...and then she flung out her arm. I heard a *clink*, and looked down to see...
180 days old
'Still Life With Rattle, 1'
ReplyDeleteDamn! I wish I had thought of that title! Nice one...
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