Margaret has a fascination with all things electronic. If it has a cord that could suffocate her, electrocute her, or otherwise cause damage, she’s ready to grab onto it.
Her toys which encourage development? Not quite so much. Because though they stimulate her in ways that are important, they don’t offer quite the same scope for accidental death, and so are no fun.
Anyway, she counts among her hobbies chewing on Leo’s unplugged mouse, eating phones, and making a bee-line for any cords or electrical outlets on the floor. But this morning, she went even further. She woke up and was still a little groggy.
It’s tough waking up in the morning without your coffee. Anyway, as she woke up (just a little more)
she had a thought: why not just get her milk straight from the pump?
(This is her thinking face).
So she tried,
and tried,
but it didn’t work, so she had to look elsewhere for her morning milk.
I’m sure that there’s a moral in this somewhere, but I can’t for the life of me think what it is.
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