Woody…one of our oldest and most beloved family toys. A few years ago Woody was the victim of an ill-fated toy exchange…he was returned to us as a mute because his playmate for the week decided that he needed to have a bath! Oh dear…at the time it was quite a big deal, but our family had grown to love and respect mute Woody.
Until last week, when Zeke decided that all Woody needed was a new set of double A’s. To appease him, in the batteries went, and – miracle of miracles – Woody talked.
Anyway, Phoebe thinks the new talking Woody is hilarious, and Noah gets such a kick out of the smiles he can bring to his sister’s face with the pull of a string…

Holly Howe
November 27, 2007 at 6:01 pm
janet, your stories bring me such joy.