Favorite Christmas Toy

Or should I say favorite Holiday toy to be politically correct?

Cala loves the funky green woobie she got for Christmas. It came from Auntie Ginger. Cala, being Cala, doesn't give a hoot who it came from. She just loves it, which in Cala-world means she carries it around, screams at me when she can't find it, and uses it to bonk me on the nearest available body part when I don't throw it for her. For hours.

This thing is weird looking. It's called a Turn Up. Lord know why. It's not turnip shaped, it doesn't turn, it doesn't face up. It's lime green. It also came with an elastic cord threaded through the hole in the middle, I'm sure to help keep it anchored in the package. I figured that elastic cord would last about 2 minutes in the patented Cala-Jaw-Of-Death, which can dismember any and all so-called indestructible toys in minutes. But no. She's carefully left the cord alone.

Why, you ask? Because it has a function and therefore must be saved. With the toy firmly clenched in the patented Cala-Jaw-Of-Death, the cord can be hooked around a couple of front toes and sssttttreeeettchhhed. At maximum tension, the Jaw releases, to send said toy flying across the room. Happy, happy joy-joy! A slingshot! Dishes crashing and books flying from tables! This is the Best Toy Evah!

Thank you SO much Ginger for the further destruction of my already bedraggled home.