Poor Larry. According to my daughter, he needs a funeral
Larry the squiggly worm weighs absolutely nothing. He is nothing but a puffball, but he squiggles all over the place and he’s almost hard to hold. It’s weird, but upon finding Larry at the Dollar store, my Emily fell in love and carried him around for several days.

"Larry"
This is not an unusual occurrence, nor is what happened next.
Shortly after acquiring Larry with her hard earned $1 … my Abby acquired some Gak. You know the sticky, nasty, gooy, icky stuff that rivals Playdough but is in no way shape or form as cool as play dough.
At least to me.
Because I’m old.
But I digress.
You see, at 8 … curiosity can really get the better of a kid.
Larry.
Gak.
Larry.
Gak.
Larry.
Gak.
Larry.
Gak.
Larry + Gak.
Noooooooo!
But alas, yes.
I mean what else does an 8 year old have to experiment with? Knives and scissors? well there’s that, but we won’t go there right now.
Larry was unceremoniously Gakified.
Yep, he and his fuzzy self was rolled around in the yellow Gak.
Well, what happened next?
Emily needed to immediately get the Gak off!
But NO! Gak does not come off fluffy creatures.
Insert tears here.
Until!
An idea.
Emily will WASH Larry of the Gak!
Yes!
Idea!
This is perfect!
Until $1 Larry and the Gak did not wash off.
And thus, Larry, with his crazy eyeballs … was relegated to the funeral procession for all toys. From paper towel to trash can.
Poor Larry.
Larry was a life lesson.
How about you? Your kids do anything wild an crazy only to ruin a favorite little inanimate creature?
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I don’t remember my kids doing anything to harm their innocent inanimate playmates but I did. When I was five, I cut the hair of one of my Barbie dolls and drew hair with a marker in places that horrified my mom. When she asked my why I did such a thing, I told her I wanted the Barbie to look like her. I remember the blank stare, the lack of words and the quick about face from the bedroom. Nothing else was ever said. The anatomically correct Barbie still remains somewhere in my mom’s basement.
Oh, so funny, Jenny! How embarrassing for Mom! 🙂 LOL