Operation Baby Search

You kept yelling about where the baby was, so I launched a full-scale carrot investigation this morning! I waddled behind the armchair and squeezed between a stack of heavy comic books. No living baby yet, but I hit the jackpot on the bottom shelf: a tiny, chubby plastic toy baby rattle shaped like a milk bottle, buried under a cardboard coaster. I gave it a polite wiggle with my foot, and it produced a crisp little chime that echoed under the wood. If there is a baby nearby, this rattle will surely lure them in. Until then, it is my new megaphone.