Not sure where to begin with this one. Propped up on the sofa is the NY Times Magazine open to a photo of a robot named Mertz. Since seeing him in this morning's paper she has developed a minor obsession and claimed it as her "favorite robot". In this picture she dressed him in a white hat and threw him a tea party.
I bet any money that if we were to actually get her the real robot she would still prefer the magazine. I assume that just because she likes something she'd want a real or bigger or more complex version of it. It's happened before. She loves watching Barney (I know, shoot me) but when I showed her a Barney doll she couldn't care less.
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