Fwuffballs

I have a glass jar of cotton balls sitting in my bathroom, and every time Sebby goes past he asks, "May I have a fluffball, Mommy?" (Only of course it comes out "fwuffball," which makes it hard to resist.) He seems so happy when I give him one and he can rub it up and down his cheeks, saying, "Furry and fwuffy!"

However, I am starting to reconsider the wisdom of giving in to these requests:





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  1. Sam NielsonJuly 3, 2008 at 12:42 PM

    Gah! Like little mouse droppings everywhere. I'm not going to listen to his complaints that he can't find his fwuffball any more.

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  2. BethJuly 7, 2008 at 7:02 PM

    I love that Seb likes fwuffballs. I'm going to get him some for his birfday.
    If this had happened at my house, I swear, it would have been kid "droppings" instead of fwuffballs.
    We have "issues" at our house...we have special children with special needs

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