I've become newly obsessed with finger puppets (they're just so cute
and eensy-weensy and well-crafted!) so it was only fair and obvious for
me to purchase Archer a thousand of them for his birthday. Which he
hates. Especially because I won't let him take them out of the box.
I mean, is he even old enough to appreciate these babies?
I would like to say with a great big "JK!" that I'm kidding, but I'm
not. I'm dead serious. (Seriously, you should see my face right now.)
And even though I wrapped the puppet boxes up for Archer and presented
them to him with a big ol "happy birthday, baby!" I was really,
secretly, giving them to myself. I just didn't know it at the time.
It's just that, well, they're "geniuses" and I don't want to
disrupt them. And seriously, if I dared to *gasp* remove them, it would
be like throwing them out a car window. Or wait-- better yet-- it would
be like putting them in a blender with poop and spaghetti sauce.
And I can't let that happen, can I? Not to Leo Effing Tolstoy!!
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