It has been suggested to us that Poor Poor Pluto may need to be replaced. We have given Poor Poor Pluto several washing machine baths this week but Poor Poor Pluto can and should only survive being vomitted on so many times. I mean, really, how many times can you?
When JP brought back his red hospital Popsicle before we were admitted, Poor Poor Pluto was in the line of fire.
Then he had a bath.
When JP brought back pancakes two mornings later, Poor Poor Pluto was in the line of fire.
When JP brought back graham crackers & juice that same day, Poor Poor Pluto was again in the line of fire.
I think you get the idea.
Yesterday evening we took a much needed ride away from our isolation at home and got some fresh air. In the process we hit two Wally Worlds in search of a new baby Pluto. To no avail.
In fact, at the first stop all of the wonderful friends in the same category with Poor Poor Pluto that used to be for sale like this...
were now tossed aside
in bins like this...
Poor Poor Pluto.
Would you be so kind as to check your local WallyWorld for Baby Pluto?