I like my old school crib because I have a wood burning fireplace. It is nice to have the new cabinets, marble counters and oval soaking tub; at some point I will enjoy those luxuries. But for the moment, it is nice to stoke the fire. The sound of wood burning is magical...like listening to the breath rapidly expelled from a dissapointed Christams shopper when the salesperson explains the last {enter inferior electronic device here} was just sold moments ago. Maybe your little fat nephew will be happy with a gym membership instead. Nothing says holidays like exhaustion and exacerbation.
Enjoy!
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