did the unthinkable. Or maybe it's only unthinkable if you have a small child. But either way, she did something that brought instant tears and sadness to our home.
She attacked my son's favorite elephant. The one I gave him for his 7th birthday, that he said made him brave and strong. The one he can't sleep without.
Doesn't look so bad, huh?
Elefanty would kindly disagree.
After I calmed down my son & evaluated the
After I got back, I reassured my son again that all hope was not lost, and set to work.
Gauge wanted to photograph me performing "surgery". This is what a Cody past her bedtime with a headcold looks like.
After five minutes of intense surgery, Elefanty went into recovery. He was a little loopy at first, but was able to sit on his own.
Besides some soggy material and a little bunching by his eye, Elefanty was as good as new and ready to be reunited with his boy!
Have you ever had to mend your child's favorite lovey? Do you have an epic tale of saving the day for your child? Share in the comments!
*Let it be noted when I set down to write this blog post, I scooted stuff across my table to make room for my tissue box and jabbed my hand with my lost sewing needle.