In it, you can find everything an eight-month-old girl could ever need, including stuffed animals, plastic cups, boxes, a chair, mirror, teether, ball, and other assorted playthings.
But where is Reilly?
Reilly has scooted and wormed her way over to the coffee table, because who needs a den when there are books to pull off the shelves?
Astute readers might note that baby is wearing a winter hat while playing inside. Why is that? one might wonder.
Look no further than Reilly’s anxious dad, unhappy that his daughter had chosen as her playspace the only object in the entire apartment that has dangerously sharp edges. The hat, of course, is a form of helmet, to protect baby from smashing her head against the table and causing a panicked rush to the emergency room, followed by a four-hour wait to see a doctor, and eventually a look of deep condemnation from the baby’s mother.
See? The hat seems reasonable now.
Right?
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