Every so often, another baby comes over to play with Margaret.
They are getting much more interactive, and what I find particularly interesting is that their excitement about toys is somehow rigged about 30 seconds apart – if one likes something, the other will be gung-ho about it very shortly, and said toy/book/bit of food/rubbish/pacifier will be The Thing To Have for a short time, before being discarded for the next in thing.
Thursday, one baby had a pacifier.
They surveyed each other.
And then Margaret took action.
The blur in her hand is the pacifier. She doesn’t like pacifiers anymore, having recognized that they promise but don’t perform. But that doesn’t mean that she suffers others to have pacifiers without interference. That would be silly.
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