He is a piece of wood.
Yes, my daughter's best friend is a piece of wood.
She found him in the yard when we were stacking wood and making kindling. He was a small branch off a large piece of firewood that Dave cut off with the chainsaw. She decided it was cute and wanted to keep it.
For safe-keeping, Woody lives in a jar.
That she takes to bed.
1 comment:
Oh, is Woody coming over tomorrow too? I'll have to be sure to set a place for him (or her?) at the table. See you bright and early!
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