Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Pass Me the Scissors
Yesterday was Triage Day, which is what we call it when I pull out Arthur's toy box and stitch up all the plushies that are coming apart at the seams. Actually, Arthur's toys are in pretty good shape for the most part - he's a chewer, not a destroyer - and the worst part of the whole ordeal is getting my face close to those things because MAN are they smelly.
Usually when all of this is happening, Arthur gets very excited, and with each patched up toy, acts as if it's brand new. Yesterday, however, he was not so excited; I'm not quite sure why. He looked more overwhelmed than anything else. Perhaps he was making a statement about my less-than-stellar sewing abilities.
Or maybe he's just moved on, toy-wise.