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ãThe Latest Pop Stress amp; Anxiety Reducing Toyã:Have you noticed that your child,or yourself, suddenly feeling anxious, bored ,irritable and a bit OCD? This kind of sensory toy can help you relieve your restlessness and irritability ï¼especially for autism, ADHA. Great for someone who is stressed or just fidgety and autistic .Fidget toy can help you restore emotions
ãPuzzle Game Improve Brain Powerã: Players take turns to press as many mice as they want in a row. The player who presses the last mice will lose. Press the bubble down will make a slight popping soundï¼Attract children's attention.Playing such puzzle games can also help children improve the ability of logical thinking
ãMuti-Function amp; Easy to Carryã:In addition to the above purposesï¼You can also use it as a coffee coaster, or play it with your dogs etc.It's easy to carry, so you can take it anywhere and play with it when you want .It's one of the best gift choices
ãSafe amp; Durable amp; Washable ã:The Fidget Toy is made of high-quality silicone, which it is kids friendly, Non-toxic and durable.The most importantly it has great fun to POP! This fidget toy is washable, reusable and water-resistant, so you can play while camping or at the beach.
ãHave Fun and ServiceãThis fidget toy is full of possibilities, you can use your creativity to unlock new ways to play.Don't forget to share your creations with us! Even if no one joins you, the bright colors and pleasant sound will surely make you relax and enjoy.If you are not satisfied with we push pop bubble toy, please contact us at any time, we will help you solve the problem within 24 hours.
The bubbles make a slight thumping sound when pressed. Then flip it over and start again! Reusable and clean.
Non-toxic, tasteless and harmless to humans and pets.
Bright colors and a pleasant voice are sure to please any child!
An ideal gift for your friend.
A two-player game for young and old with powerful mental arithmetic.
The rules are super easy to read, quick to pick up.
Logical reasoning and planning prevents brain degeneration.
Portable anytime, anywhere, super light, no accessories.
At the end of a long and delicious night of revelry in the bars and bouzouki clubs of the Plaka, the ancient Athens neighborhood clustered against the base of the Acropolis, I followed my group of friends through the dark city streets into the odoriferous maze of the Central Market. Passing shuttered fish stalls, butcher shops, spice emporiums, and a drunk relieving himself against a wall, we entered a narrow side street. There we took our places in a queue that snaked down a flight of stairs and into a basement establishment. I thought at first that we had arrived at yet another watering hole, but when we were finally ushered inside I saw that it was something else entirely: a cavernous subterranean eatery, as crowded and raucous as if it were lunchtime. Beneath the glare of bare bulbs dangling into curls of cigarette smoke, customers dined shoulder to shoulder: revelers like us finishing a night on the town and workingmen — butchers, fishmongers, and vegetable dealers — seeking early morning sustenance before opening their stalls in the Central Market. “We already ate tonight. What are we doing here?” I asked my friend Adonis, an Athenian and our unofficial guide for the evening. “We’ve come for a bowl of soup,” he said, “but not just any soup.” This was patsa, he explained reverentially. “Salvation in a bowl” — a restorative tonic that would cleanse and bolster our blood and our livers and prevent what seemed to be inevitable after such a fine night: one hell of a hangover.
As soon as we were seated, a waiter arrived and covered our table with clean white butcher paper, snapping it into place with metal clips. Within moments he returned with a tray full of steaming bowls of pungently aromatic soup that he allowed to slop over the sides in his rush to serve us and the rest of the hungry crowd.
A tonic? My “salvation”? I mused to myself as I stared into my bowl. It looked more like broth to me. But as Adonis lifted his spoon to his mouth, he looked at me and said, “To this, my dear, we will be thankful tomorrow.” And he was right. …read more