Hanging above the kitchen sink, with the Revereware -- the Mistletoad.
If I remember correctly, this fellow was a gift from a community Christmas party put on for families of disabled kids. I think we received the mistletoads the same year that Katie and Rachel got their gray stuffed bears.
Swinging from one extreme to the other, either busy or vegging, orderly or cluttered, meals par excellence or insta-food, schoolwork all day or not at all. Good thing my husband is well-balanced.
That is UG-leeeeeee. But cute.
ReplyDeleteWho cares if it's ugly? If your handsome 17-yr-old son pecks his mom on the cheek while she's doing the dishes, I'm all for it!
ReplyDelete*sniff* I thought I had commented, but anyway, I love this toad.
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