Monday, September 19, 2011

Orange Fly (the love of a child)

You forget, as you grow up, the battered, loved, toys of childhood. Here is Orange Fly. He came home in a goodie bag and within 20 minutes of play lost an eye.
It was a tragedy. "But he can't see!"
Then, Grammy suggested he just draw a new eye on fly.  So that's what he did.

Just as loved as before.

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