Baby Gym

Here's G playing in her baby gym. I know it's a baby gym because Mrs J told me that's what it was. To me it just looks like a mat on the floor with some toys suspended above it, but what do I know? I'd have thought that to qualify to be a gym there'd at least have to be a rowing machine or something. I've half a mind to complain to somebody under the Trade Descriptions Act, but the other half of my mind can't be bothered. And besides, I have no idea who I would complain to, especially seeing as we got it as a hand-me-down from Mrs J's boss.

I suppose the moral of the story is that giving baby things names that make them sound like adult things makes us more likely to buy them. Those evil geniuses who run companies selling you stuff for your baby that you don't actually need really don't miss a trick.