OMG, THE HORROR!
This is not what you want to see on your laptop.
A nickel does not belong in that slot. I don't even know what you can use a nickel to buy these days, but I know for a fact that it is not sold from inside my laptop.
Thankfully, it came out easily enough but still - what else has she been putting in there? Better not be like that other incident.
In less exciting news (is that possible?), I got sick of the baby poop and made something more traditional.
Trust me, watching your child squeeze, chop, and shape something that looks like feces is really too much to take. Pink? I can handle that. Kinda looks like raw beef... oh crap... next time I'll do blue.
Hey - does anybody remember the amazing movie "The River's Edge" about a guy who kills his girlfriend and the reaction of his peers? One of the best teen movies of the 80's IMO. Anyhow, the drug dealer named Feck - played by Dennis Hopper - I could never remember his name and always called him Feces... like "did Feces just take off with John?".
Yup, that's my feces story - hey wake up! I'm sure I can pull a better poop story off but it's Saturday and I'm lazy...
But moving onto the problem referenced in title, let me present the perpetrator:
A well-meant gift delivered directly to Bumper.
When she opened the gift bag, we both let out a squeal.
Hers of glee, mine of horror that I really freakin' hope sounded like glee.
And of course Bumper loves this doll and her mini bobble-head dog and mini bobble-head duck (???). Why bobble-head? Why a duck?
I couldn't help but feel like paparazzi when snapping photos of the latest edition to the growing mass of toys
Bumper acts like she's the dolls bouncer, protector of the wackiest entourage outside of Britney's. It's kinda weird.
It's also weird to have a small doll wearing lingerie around the house. Strangely, the first time around, I typed linguine which is equally disturbing yet easier to accept.