Will and Asher have a ball together in our little blue baby pool. Despite the fact that I had put numerous toys in their grasp, the best play things available (meaning, the ones they fought over the most) were a tupperware lid and empty water bottles. Go figure.
All the neighbors seem to think so anyway. As if they don't seem to notice that one of them just so happens to get dropped off at 730 three mornings a week and is suspiciously absent the other two.