A Tiny RantRemember these?
What did the poor dragon ever do except make his tatter - me - exceptionally happy? See the Orange/Red dragon, the one I called Graydon of Orange? Well, after Christmas, when all the Grands were given their dragon, I never did hear back from my own kids, their parents, about what had become of them. Not a thank you. Not one word!
Thank goodness for all the comments and appreciation of the five from the Tat-Land quarter, or I would never have known if anyone but me thought they were pretty special. After all, Anne's dragon patterns are fabulous!
Fast forward to this past weekend when I was visiting with Mini-Boss and her brother. Gray was dancing to music and strutting around the living-room, happily waving his arms all about, when I noticed something oddly familiar clutched tightly in one of his little hands. Something reddish. Something small. SOMETHING TATTED!
Politely, I asked my son why Gray was playing with the dragon and said I had imagined that it would have been hung somewhere in his bedroom.
My son just shrugged and told me that Gray liked to play with (destroy) it and it would never be hung up.
Obviously, I have made a colossal blunder whilst raising of my son!
Oh, NOOOoo! I just saw a mistake in the photo!! I have to cut out a chunk.... DRATS!
That's MY karma for airing my dirty laundry in public! : (