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TOYS

Booker had some toys waiting for him when he got here.

His foster mom also sent a few along with him.

They are now strewn across the living room.

The toys are kept on a low shelf next to his food in the kitchen. There are no toys on this shelf this morning.

He takes all of them to the living room. Out of our sight. They are hoarded there to be brought out, at his initiative, for a workout.

First of all, how does he know what are toys and what are not toys? I guess his mom and dad taught him about other things lying around on the floor. Shoes. He doesn't bother those.

He is great with the larger than life tennis ball we bought him. He can bounce it off the floor and into his mouth. Dribbling. Not that kind. The dry-ish basketball kind.

He likes the ropes and pull toys. He will bring them for a tug of war.

A friend gave him one of those electronic things that chuckle and boing when they get picked up. Sorry to say that he likes that one too.

He has clearly had a rich life before he got here and is well on his way to setting up a rich life here.

We are ready for a rich life too.

Bring me the ball!

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