Jul 21 2007
Run, Pengy, Run!
The kid can be brutal w/ her toys, tossing them to and fro, drooling on ‘em for good measure before drop kicking them across the room.
Sometimes I imagine the toys forming a tired little circle, nervously drawing straws with the understanding that the unluckiest of them would soon be facing the unbridled wrath of a monosyllabic six month old in a pink onesie!
In measured turns, felt fingers, plastic fins, terry cloth paws, each reach for a straw. Frozen, blank expressions, designed and fabricated in far off lands, give no insight to the escalating terror barely contained within their plastic countenances. The final draw is made!
A jubilant squid-like creature!
A joyful but muted little brown squirrel.
A near tears rubber ducky squeaks a relieved “thanks.”
A little penguin slowly turns his gaze downward. Aahh, poor ol’ Pengy.
Jul 22, 2007 @ 17:06:05
Aw, he’s alright…he just has a permanently startled expression. Who doesn’t love baby drool all over them?
Jul 26, 2007 @ 14:03:33
“Who doesn’t love baby drool all over them?”
Mike slowly, guiltily raises hand.