This is a bad rattle, a very bad rattle. Hudson was having a great morning, rolling and playing and smiling. He held this rattle and shook, shook, shook it.
But then this bad rattle went rogue and hit him squarely in the middle of his forehead. That hurt! And Hudson did not like it one little bit. He cried, and would not eat. He cried real tears until daddy rocked him to sleep.
Hudson has sworn his vengeance upon this bad rattle!