So today Young Master Beads's school is having some sort of breakfast party where the kidlets get to help make breakfast. Save mama some pancakes! Anyhoo, they are supposed to bring a treasured stuffed animal or something with them.
For Young Master that means bringing Cappuccino or Cappy for short. Young Master is under the impression that this is actually *his* bear. Au contraire. Cappy is mine and has been mine for at least a good 15 years. My parents got him for me sometime when I was a teenager. I don't know why I wanted him so badly. I think I must've felt he looked rather smart in his rugby shirt or something. To say this bear means a lot to me is putting it mildly. To know that he is on extended loan to Young Master lets you know how much Young Master means to me.
But don't be fooled. He kicks some serious ass. He's a rugby player after all.
1. If I put "Young Master Beads" on there does that mean I'm relinquishing ownership? *gulp*
2. I don't want to ruin his shirt by putting a name on it *waaah!*
Mr. Beads saw me pausing in indecision and stricken with anxiety and he said "You're not going to WRITE ON CAPPY ARE YOU!?!?!" ---> I told you this bear is special. I finally decided I just couldn't do it.
So I did what any crazy, bear-possessed, crafty mama would do. I applied my unique skill set and made a removable label for his shirt. Aaaaaah. A near disaster averted.