The Boy brought this home a few weeks ago and I just love it. Makes me want to do arts and crafts time all the time. As well as sing “I’m singing in the rain, just siiiiinging in the rain, what a glorious feeeeeling…” (you get the picture)
Tell me Fuzzy, how does it feel to be Little No Limit’s Favorite Toy?
(silence)
I mean, you’re clearly her favorite toy. She drew this:
Quite the likeness, no?
(silence)
What, you’re not going to talk to me?
(silence)
I see you trading secrets with Little No Limit all day long.
(silence)
I don’t like your attitude! What’s with you, you think you’re too good for me?
(silence)
Listen here, Fuzzy, if you don’t start talking, you’re going to find yourself on a one way trip to the dog house.
I call dibs!
Forget that, I always get dibs.
Fuzzy, what do you have to say?
(silence)
I see.
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What is it about stuffed animals that every child in the world can carry on a conversation with them but no matter how hard I try, all I get is silence?
This is who Little No Limit brought home today from school:
“This is Princess Beard!”
I have many questions about Princess Beard, beginning with “Where are your other facial features?”
When I asked Little No Limit where the eyes and nose where (I figured the mouth would be hidden by the ginormous beard), she said “There,” and pointed to the blank spaces where they should have been. I didn’t see them but clearly Little No Limit thought I should have.
I guess Princess Beard is nothing more than another case of not noticing one’s normal features in favor of the odd one. Perhaps I’m particularly sensitive to this fact because when people see my son, they often jump to conclusions about his skin. People see what is different and focus on it (and in some unfortunate cases, comment on it), whether it’s the kid with bad skin, the guy with the big nose, the woman with the wonky eye, or this guy:
MOLE!
Poor Little Princess Beard. Doomed to only be noticed for her abnormal chin growth (though I do like that swanky striped fabric accessory) instead of her evenly spaced eyes and button nose. Here, Princess. Let me help you out: