Woodpress

My youngest kid found some baba nipples to play with, walked into the room, and said “look, dad! I have a baba hand!”

Sure enough…

It seems to be fully functional:

A few minutes later she made me a baba cake.

Unrelated, here are a couple pictures of a badly parked car outside the office where I work:

Is it possible that they didn’t notice one their tire was perched on the edge of the curb?