Moose bares the brunt of several accusations of digesting Fufu during near panic attacks at an assumed disappearance. Then Fufu is found tucked under a pillow or at the bottom of the sheets. I lose sweaters, scarves, books, and other substantial objects. I just can't wrap my head around how this tiny blankie has survived. Quite an amazing feat, Erin! Long live Fufu!
I had a serious attachment to a blankie until I was 8 years old, and a teddy bear until I was 22 years old, but those are stories for another day.
|Good thing Erin has a fresh manicure to include in this perspective shot|