Please remind me never to make a soft toy for my children again.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when presented with these victims. Time of death…usually an hour or so after the kids go to bed. They have no toys in their bedroom so when they aren’t ready for sleep and still have a bit of energy to kill they start playing with their softies. What starts off as a game ends in somebody getting hurt.
My children aren’t usually destructive, I promise. They tell me they are too strong and weren’t even playing tug-of-war very hard.
All I could think about was the hours of time I put into sewing each one of those little critters up, with visions of them being passed down as family heirlooms to children’s children. I’m not sure if I can be bothered patching them up – is it really going to be worth the effort?!
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| This is Giddy Up – all stuffing removed. He was in REALLY bad shape… |
Sorry Magoo, Mrs Perkins x 2 and Giddy Up. My children will never be trusted with a softie again.
