October 28, 2003

Little Teddy

Another quiet, rainy day for us. Around noon, Dusty dug into the toy box and removed *every* toy. She spread them out on the floor and hid a few underneath my computer desk. Then she sat at my desk and gazed intently up at her little bear boy. It was up there because it was ripped open and needed repaired - it's been months and I haven't gotten around to it.

So I took it down and sewed it up for her. She spent the rest of the afternoon enthusiastically playing with it, and trying to rip open the new stitches on the back *laugh*. She also love to make it squeak. Over and over and over and over again.

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