In the aftermath of our Easter holiday, I found this little fellow in a memory box. Having just posted about my childhood red princess shoes, it seemed appropriate to mention this little fellow too. He has been with me for many years. When I was a babe he was my constant companion. He had a pull string I would tug on and he followed whereever I went. His paper covered body seems to have escaped the ravages of time and my tiny hands.
It still makes me laugh to see his head bobble back and forth. Obviously, a toy made to last. I wonder why they don’t make them like this anymore?