At the store, Sam picked up one toy after another, thinking carefully about each one before telling me, "Let's keep looking," and off he'd go to inspect the next one that caught his eye. After about twenty minutes, he'd found the perfect one. A Robot Arm, or as Sam calls it, "A Pincher." Behold, the toy he turned down a Darth Vader lunchbox, a battery-operated pewer, and countless balls of all shapes and sizes for:
Grabbin' stuff. |
Better watch out! |
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