I bought Smacky a wheeled xylophone before she was born, anticipating (hoping for) musical talent to rear its delightful head.
So far, all I've observed has been some slobbery chewing of the mallet, but Gary says that she did some wacking earlier today. I wonder when she'll be ready for an overturned pot and a wooden spoon?
Maybe I should wait to introduce that noisy toy. Like, forever.