In our house, Puppy cures all manner of ills. (For those of you who don't know Puppy, Puppy is a greying white teddy bear that Nana or Jane got for Ulysses one Easter. Puppy languished in a toy basket amongst discarded Happy Meal Toys until Bronwyn came along to claim and love him. Now, Puppy is a member of the family and has special privileges that no other toys enjoy, including time outdoors, in the car and on walks. He is always with us and Bronwyn does not sleep without him.)
Got an owie on your foot? Puppy will tickle it. Thorunn is crying? Puppy is thrown into the crib or stroller for a cuddle. Feeling sad? You just need a hug from puppy. So, Mom, in lieu of the real thing, here's a hug from Puppy.
3 comments:
I love these!!
Thanks so much. It is good to see that the thriller-life choreography is being preserved.
Maybe it is just me, but your kids seem exceptionally hugable. Counting the days until we know where we live so that I can pack a suitcase of fun and hop the pond.
Here's to puppy. He/she must have magical properties because the way a snuggle with this furry little beastie can cheer the heart and blow worries in to the wind.
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