Scary Glove

I don't remember what toys were like when I was a small kid, but I don't think there was anything like what I've come to call the "scary glove."  I call it scary because I think it's creepy looking, and it's a glove because it fits on your hand.  In some ways, this toy is brilliant.  It's like having a mobile play mat in your lap.  But isn't this thing just plain strange looking?  

Is this thing schizophrenic, or is it just me?  Its designer must have been OCD.

The "scary glove" in action.  Anika gets mesmerized by this thing, and she seems to like it as much as her play mat.

This is the standard 6 a.m. routine; the scary glove proves its worth in the laziness it affords Alicia and I.