Whenever we go out, I give her a handful. She bangs them together like cymbals. Or uses one like a mini steering wheel as she sits in her stoller or car seat. Licks them. Loves them. When presented with her toy box, she consistently digs one out and slaps it around.
Perhaps she is destines for a career at Starbucks.
Listening To: Between the Never and Now by Vendetta Red
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