Duckie and Poor Thing

Lily does love her toys. She loves them to death. Literally.

Poor Thing is now a shadow of his former self, all his stuffing has wiffled away and I fear that he will hang on and on losing eyes and ears until he is just a sad bit of beige.

Duckie is new and fluffy and quacks. Especially if you stuff him down your pants and then sit down.

Frankly, Ma's pants quacking wasn't quite as bizarre as you would think.

Truly.

However, my days aren't often so entertaining.