So, I am sure that if you know Laylah, then you have met her little lamb too, Lambie. Where can these too bee seen seperate? Only when it is time for a shower or she is eating---either way he is never far. We have been through a ton of these little gund plushes, and frankly, after they have survivied about 6 months of being wagged everywhere she goes, they are pretty much done with.lol. Well she has one that used to say the Lord's prayer---now it just drones something inaudible out and looks like a ball of dirt since it can only be surface cleaned because of the battery pack inside---which by the way is not replaceable. So, I decided to do the deed---once laylah was settled comfy on the couch to watch Barney, I cleaned the kitchen cabinet and began the surgery. I took one of our smallest and sharpest knives and gently split Lambie (this one's name is Lamb actually) down the center seam of his chest. I was engrossed in picking out fluff and stuffing to find the battery pack when I heard a little gasp of shock. I dropped the knife into the sink quickly and pretended to be stroking lamb. Too late. Laylah asked me, " What are you doing to Lamb? Oh no Mommy, stop, what are you doing? I pretended to wash his face with the dish rag.lol. Yes, I am scared of a two year old.Smile. i removed the pack, sewed the incision, lol, and shipped lamb down to the basement to wash, and I must say---he has made a full reecovery and will be reunited with his owner tomorrow, whne I feel like going down and getting him off the clothes line(where he is hanging by the ears.lol)
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