Heading through the Stargate

Quacky now has an internal gyroscope that tells her exactly what orientation in space she wants to have. Tilt her too far one way, she quacks in protest. She leans too far forward, she whines. Don't dare place her so that her feet are higher than her head.

It also seems that she always knows exactly where she does or doesn't want to be, and what she should be playing with at any given moment. We used to be able to trick her by taking the dangerous plastic wrapper away and replacing it with her neigh-bear or something equally exciting. This no longer works. Expect to surrender your potato chip bag for at least 15 minutes before snacking in peace.

I wish her parents had one ounce of the certainty she possesses. Counting down the days...