Regular readers will know that Skipper's leg came off this week. Regular readers can skip the next paragraph.
Shortly after we bought Skipper she vanished and then, a month or so later, she turned up again, anyway the adventure continued last week when her leg came off. S was devastated but I hadn't acknowledge how devastated until this morning when she asked me if she could bury Skipper or put her on display in my teapot cabinet.
This started a whole series of conversations about what we do with broken people in our society. I suggested burial was pretty final for someone with only one leg as we often see people in wheelchairs for example. S was not to be comforted. There were Big hot tears, so many that I cried too. This has been a big life experience for S. The saving up, the bonding, the dissapointment. I checked with The Daddy One for a green light and we agreed that S could have a replacement on us and, in Blue Peter mode, I did have one I bought earlier in the cupboard. She was a Stacie though not a Skipper but I thought this might be better as a direct replacement might be a bit harsh. It seems to have helped and, just now, S asked me to get Skipper out of the cupboard to introduce her to the new arrivals and she hasn't gone back. Apparently for only 2 months you could buy a Barbie in a wheelchair.
I suspect you might be reading this thinking we are a bit daft / soft (delete as applicaable) but it goes like this for me. We won't always be able to fix what's broken for her, bigger things will come along, but, whilst we can, we will. That's us.
Very thrilled to have our own saffron for cakes and risttos with limited space and time we have always operated on the grow things that are expensive to buy philosophy and this is no exception.