Piano, Snippy, and Squirt…among many others. I walked into the sunroom, where Maddie had just finished practicing her Christmas pieces, and there ON the piano were two of her favorite plushies who had listened intently while she played.
Why do we ever stop carrying around with us favorite toys, dolls, stuffed things? Do we become too cool? too adult? too serious? Hmmm…maybe I’ll try to revive this in Kernersville.
Now where is that favorite doll of mine?