Notice the quilt that I slaved over - oh, excuse me, lovingly sewed - for five months. It became LP's beloved "boo" for the next two and a half years. Then we lost it. *insert weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth*
LP adopted another "boo" and seemed okay with it ... until I recently made Mr. Squishy one. Then it was,
"Mooooooom, I want a Mommy Boo too."
"You already have a Boo."
"But I want a MOMMY Boo."
"Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but we lost it, remember?"
"Yes, but I cry EVERY DAY because I don't have a MOMMY Boo. Ouro Branco and Mr. Squishy have one. I want a Mommy Boo too!"
Dude, kid, tug at the heartstrings and you can have anything you want. As you darn well know.
So meet Little Prince's new Boo:
Meet my sewing machine:
The poor dear decided to make some hacking noises today, and when it didn't accept cough syrup I had to perform some emergency surgery. Those with weak constitutions look away, as these images are only for those with strong stomachs.
The belly of a sewing machine is quite interesting. It has lots of toe jam in it.
But now, the black bobbin-holder thingy: