Unlike what we're told, it's not always what is in the package that counts

Well, I guess it's finally time to say good-bye to our 1993, 235,000 mile-driving, money-sucking Honda Accord. We really should have found a more affectionate name for her since she has previously been good to us until the past two months. Two days ago the a/c went out, again, and this time it looks like it is for good unless we purchase a whole new system (which is worth 2x more than the car). So now we're in the car shopping mode. Not a mode I really want to be in but here we are. We're praying that we'll find the right car for the right price soon. No a/c = No fun in Arizona.

Where did we go wrong here? I sure hope the package designers are getting paid well since Noah seems to love it more than the toy sometimes.

I did have to include a photo of him actually playing with the toy to prove he does like it. He is actually fascinated by the pop-up balls and I was shocked that he understood they needed to go back on the slide.
Can we say G-E-N-I-U-S!

It really is a love/hate relationship. Noah LOVES Bailey and Bailey is not quite sure about Noah. At the moment Bailey is content licking Noah's fingers and checking out all of his toys. The pop-up ball toy drove Bailey crazy.