Horsey

Julie's parents are officially winning the "Spoil the Fetus" contest. Below is a rocking horse they bought at an Amish store.


I never had anything that cool when I was little. All I played with was a box. If I concentrated, I could shift my weight forward and back and get it to rock. "Go play in your rocking box," my parents would say. "Dinner is in the kitchen whenever you feel like making it."

Okay, that was a total lie. Except I did have a box, and it was amazing.

Tulip feels very protective of the fetus, so she insists on testing any new toys that come into the house.


After careful analysis, she approves of the Amish craftsmanship and gives the taste of the mane a 9.5 out of 10.