A few weeks ago, I saw my neighbor, Matthew, who is 2 years old, running gleefully in his yard pushing a "popper" toy. The old-fashion-kind where colorful balls bounce inside a clear dome, making a popping sound. Oh, to have a popper toy!.
The next day, I heard pop, pop, pop in the kitchen. Pocket, who watches Matthew with a keen eye, had freed a hard plastic ball from its pet-safe rubber cage, creating her own popper toy. Pop, pop, pop, Pocket was gleefully chasing the ball, sliding into walls, racing from one room to another.
Every night, for weeks - pop, pop, pop. Then, tonight pop, pop, pop - crack. Oh no! Pocket broke her ball. She is beside herself, looking everywhere for her popper ball. No other toy will do. Maybe Matthew will let us borrow his!