"C'mon. My turn. I want to play."
Elizabeth passed the toy to her brother, her dimpled cheeks puckered around a gummy smile. "Okay. But don't you keep it to yourself. I wanna 'nother go!"
The five year old boy held it up two-handed in front of him. Shiny, cold and very heavy, he rubbed the metal snout against his chin and pulled the lever against it's guard.
"My turn again."
Daniel nodded gravely. "Kay. But I have to spin the barrel-thing first..."