Dr. Mika, I presume? I guess being an artist is sort of like being a mad scientist. At least it feels that way when you pull out scary tools and start jamming fluff into wild creations.
But let's "knot" kid around. We're getting down to the wire, here. The twins are going to be one on Saturday and their birthday gifts have got to get finished! This is the second attempt at making a stuffed potato creature for Finnie. The first attempt ended up looking more like a cat's head.
The completed Spud Bud...with ears and knotted ribbons and lots of eyes. And it's all for my little Finn-Finn! We've coined Finnie "Spud Bud" because...well, really because his Daddy is a nut ball. He thought Finnie smelled like a potato when he was born. So there you have it. It takes nine months in the womb to bake a potato. With the saying "bun in the oven", I wonder why he didn't come out a sticky cinnamon roll. It would certainly make smooching him all the sweeter. Oh, well. I suppose some things aren't meant to be understood.
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