Once upon a time, I had a scarf. This scarf was beautiful, warm, soft, and at each end there were 5 or 6 "puffs". When Mr. Puff-Eye first saw this lovely scarf, he began claiming these puffs for himself. One by one, they were ripped off of the scarf, and added to a collection of puffs. These puffs are soft, comforting, etc. I think we may be down to the last puff, sadly. Although, I have said that before, so who knows? Brady (ahem...Mr. Puff-Eye) likes to bring it with him places, sleep with it, rub it on his face, and give himself and others a puff-eye.And check out the wings on his side-kick! Perfect bed head.
2 comments:
Ah, the Puff. Those pictures are so endearing. But Fly Baby? Now that is just plain hilarious!!! Love those boys!
Hello Mr. Puff-Eye dude! I remember him doing that when I was visiting you last time. Benson's hair is just classic. Too funny! And I love your family picture that's at the top of your blog. So cute!
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