Nope! If you look closely, it is a, carefully selected to be unobtrusive in my living room, toy ball for Noah's playtime pleasure when he comes for a visit.
More colorful ones are kept in Grandmom's toy chest in the living room as well.
Now tucked among the gardening books are infant books.
When Noah arrives, the living room morphs into a playroom
with four adults crawling around on the floor having fun.
Hurry back, Noah.
We miss you already.