My hands were deep in kneading dough. Little cries were coming from the blanket on the kitchen floor by my feet. The usual suspects were proving to be useless: Sophie the giraffe, the swirly bobs, the wooden shaker. Light bulb moment ensued. I put my stainless steel water bottle on the floor with Little Bean, and *poof*, he was quiet and entertained for at least 15 minutes. Dough is now rising. The power of something new...
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