On Christmas Day, we unwrapped it. Jamie, lying on a lambskin rug - Other Grandma’s gift - kicked his Babygro-clad legs in excitement as we set it up.
He stared. He hesitated. He smiled a smile (which wasn’t definitely wind). He reached up and biffed the toys with his chubby hand.
The toys rattled, plastic against plastic, but no lights.
Other Grandma smirked. “Doesn’t it need batteries?”