We’ve been worried for some time that Susan might be, well, just a little different.
Not enough leather for a pair of boots.
Grampa gave these horses to Spot for Christmas; Spot was kind (and naive) enough to share them with Sally and Susan. So far, so good. And then Susan had them in her room as she did not go to sleep and did not go to sleep for several hours one night last week.
Now I am not so anxious for spring to come. When the birds and squirrels and stray cats return, will we be anxiously counting the paring knives, wishing for the good old days when we thought she was merely a left-handed middle child with the timidity of a rugby player and the appetite of a long-haul trucker?
Jane
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Oh my, I saw the picture and I thought, “that looks like something my daughter would do.”
No sweat, she’s just undressing them and getting them ready for bed….really.
hahaha I have to agree with Kasi- I saw the picture and thought the very same thing, “That looks like something MY daughter would do.”
although, it is mildy disturbing. I’m glad you blogged it. When I find animals that have been cared for in this fashion- I might not freak out now.
Looks like she’s a “picker”. Does she pick dried Elmer’s Glue off her hands with glee? Does sunburnt, peeling skin fascinate her? Nothing to worry about…until you have a loose thread.
Oh dear.
Jane, just think: if they were Barbies, she would have been cutting their hair.
Maybe she was just playing Ponies Day Out at the Spa.
It’s that middle child thing…