Wednesday, May 23, 2007

The Sword


The real sword, made out of metal (foam). He wears the scabard at all times except to sleep. It is adorable. It really is. He is being wonderfully gentle and graceful with it (though I did suffer an accidental hit to the face while getting him out of his carseat.) And he is elated. So glad I listened to him and let his joy guide me.




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