Whose toy is that?

When we picked out this toy, we didn't realize just how far the track went, or how far the cars went past the end of the track. Nor did we take into account that we don't really have a door with that kind of distance of carpet beyond it.

And I don't think Clinton realized it would mean having someone sit on his head for an hour straight either.

We settled on putting it in his room, where the cars launch off the end of the ramp and we hung one of his quilts in the window sill to cushion the blow to the walls.