I am sure you can imagine my horror upon discovering the "Toy Morgue".
Apparently the epidemic moved rapidly and mercilessly through our household. Piggy, Dolly and Noddy all fell victim, and apparently in quick succession, since the make shift morgue had to be set up on our coffee table.
What was this hideous plaque of death that took all in its path, regardless of their Pinkyness, their groovyness or their wearing of blue hats with bells on.
After I had recovered from the shock of my discovery, and observed a moment of respectful silence for dear toys now departed this world, I suggested to Loopy we might want to start considering the funeral arrangements. It was at this point I was informed that they Piggy, Dolly and Noddy were infact just "gone night, night", phew that was a relief.
However, I wonder if there has been a little too much watching of this and this at our house?
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