For months I tried to interest Lucy in our almost-new walker, handed down by my cousins Sarah and Faith Perito. She would have nothing to do with the thing. The past two days I have come down into the room to find the little Turnip sitting in the collasped walker, happily entertaining herself.
Bowden walked around in this bag (which normally holds the tunnel) for about twenty minutes and Did Not want me to take a picture. I eventually convinced him that certain Grandmas wanted to see him in the bag, and he reluctantly stood still.