It's a remote control helicopter with fancy flashing lights and manoeuvrable double wing blades.
He bought it last weekend and while flying it shortly afterwards along with Little E operating "Evie's Button" managed to crash and break some of the delicate parts. It was out of commission for a few days, much to Little E's disappointment. We had to explain that no we couldn't fly the chopper because it's broken. "Doppa doppa, boke" she would chant, after the "up up doppa" request was gently turned down.
On a side note Little E's already short morning and evening nursing sessions have been changing, and I'm sure it's because I'm starting to run dry. The other night Little E was switching back and forth looking for a trickle and all of a sudden looked up at me, pointed at my nipple and said "booby boke".
Her comprehension never ceases to amaze me.
Here's one of my favourite old photos of Little E and Jake
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