Mr. Sad Hand
Earlier in the day we bantered back and forth with faces we drew on our hands in black marker. The baby gets an enormous kick out of this.
Later that night when we tested Charlie as he slept and had to give him some juice, I was greeted by an unusual and sympathetic stare from Mr. Sad Hand. I just had to take a picture. It was very strange.
posted by Carey @ 10:24 AM
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You know what - that's pretty touching...
Remarkable photograph. Mr. Sad Hand is standing guard.
Nice robot sheets, by the way.
Surreal.
ALMOST but not as too much like when i went in to test emma lastnight tiptoeing being all stealthy. I moved her chair away from her bed to get a closer vantage point but her My Little Pony (who lets out a big high pitch sigh as one of her prerecorded sounds) activated one of the sigh, i had absolute fear just shreak through every vein in my body. I almost felt like crying i was so scared.
So sort of but not like mr sad hand.
Awwww.
That's all I can say is awwww.
Mr. Sad Hand is like a miniature Senor Wences...minus the wig and lipstick...perhaps, Junior Wences?
I think I'd faint from fright if Mr. Sad Hand started talking with the redrum voice like that kid from the Shining.
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