That fat, quick, lively, jolly, old elf was good to 3B this year, and he got many gifts that he enjoys. One that he was particularly happy to play with, even after his day of travel home from his Great Grammy’s house, was his new mowah, given to him by his Aunt Sister #1.
Even though Mama’s from the part of Maine where they’re more likely to call this a tondeuse, I’m still blaming her Maine background for 3B’s pronunciation of the name of this toy: mowah.
As in, pahk yah mowah in Havahd Yahd, as my pediatrician used to say.
At any rate, you can rest assured that all of our carpets have been sufficiently mulched over the last few days.