He had a sniffly nose and he didn’t like being in a strange place at nap time. He started to let it be known.
My sweetie had replenished my Peruvian hand knit finger puppet supply for Christmas. A bright, multicolored bird.
Ah bah duce, he confirmed to his mommy as she got out a bottle while I was quietly purse diving.
Richard and I offered the puppet to the parents. All three faces lit up. “Duck!” as the little one reached for it.
It was the perfect toy: new, soft, pretty, and just the right size for the moment. Â The dad grinned and gave a thumbs up.
I just wish I could thank the knitter in Peru. She saved their day.