I could play with this for hours, and it was the only thing that soothed my troubled soul after mom took away my BFF the balloon. Mom likes it because it sticks to my high chair tray and I can't throw it on the floor. She's totally cramping my style now that I'm trying to develop the concept of object permanency but whateves.
Bonus product review: The loaded baked potato soup Sister H dropped off. I didn't have any, but mom looked like she was dying of food happiness when she ate it. Thanks Sister H!