She wobbles determinedly across the room to the silver drum left lying in a corner. It is just for her to play with and her tiny hands slap a count of one, one-two-three on the leather head as she looks up and smiles. Quickly, after her attention wanes, she directs herself toward the exercise ball. She plops her hands on the top and begins to bounce to the music on the radio, giggling as I, too, jump around.
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