Like Mother, Like Son....
Gardner has somehow taken to what I took to as an infant....giraffes. Not real ones, mind you, but toy giraffes. Any kind. Plastic ones, soft ones, ones that click, ones with long, spindly necks that bend back and forth. Mom said I and giraffes were inseparable, too....I had a giraffe riding toy, and of course, my beloved Wally....a soft, terrycloth giraffe that I loved and loved until his orange faded ever-so-gracefully to a dull peach.
I can't figure out what it is about my blood line and giraffes. But I think it's cute, nonetheless, and you can bet that I will buy him a giraffe of some kind when his first birthday rolls around.
:0) Meg
Gardner has somehow taken to what I took to as an infant....giraffes. Not real ones, mind you, but toy giraffes. Any kind. Plastic ones, soft ones, ones that click, ones with long, spindly necks that bend back and forth. Mom said I and giraffes were inseparable, too....I had a giraffe riding toy, and of course, my beloved Wally....a soft, terrycloth giraffe that I loved and loved until his orange faded ever-so-gracefully to a dull peach.
I can't figure out what it is about my blood line and giraffes. But I think it's cute, nonetheless, and you can bet that I will buy him a giraffe of some kind when his first birthday rolls around.
:0) Meg
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