The Love of Molos

Poor Molos.

What is he? A lobster. But you can't really help but feel sorry for him. He's not very cute. At all. His eyes are misshapen, and he can't possibly see well with all those swirls in his left eye.  His reds don't match, and though you can't see it, he has a potato sack for a bum (don't even get me started on the fact that lobsters do not really ever sit on their bum).  Who could ever love such a homely little lobster?

You guessed it! Our resident cutie has always enjoyed looking at Molos, but this week the feelings have grown much deeper.  She gazes into his funky eyes, and gnaws on his polka-dot tentacles. Her 3 month old abilities are just beginning to develop as far as purposefully grabbing onto toys, but with Molos? She will do anything she can to hold onto him!

Stuffed animal love.

Apparently, this is a bond in which the ties cannot be broken. Little E has even resorted to crying when Molos is taken away!   What can I say? The girl knows what she likes.

Don't. Touch.

The moral for me, here, is this: When Paul decides to buy some crazy, scary looking toy from France (Les Deglingos) for E, maybe I shouldn't question his judgment. Clearly, like his daughter, he knows what she likes.

Until next time!

Mrs. Kuda

1 comment:

  1. I didn't realize Molos has friends!!! Oh my - they are so ugly they'e cute!


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