One of my granddaughters had a birthday yesterday and is now 4 years old. I took her to Toys R Us to find the birthday present she wanted me to get for her – a “stuffed animal” (you’ll see why I put those words in quotes in just a few seconds).
“What kind of stuffed animal do you want?” I asked her.
“A snake or a spider.” Yes, Avery is not a girly-girl. You won’t find her playing with Barbies or baby dolls and you won’t find her wearing "pretty dresses," unless she is forced to wear them. So my little granddaughter chose a stuffed spider or a stuffed snake for her birthday present.
I didn’t think snakes or spiders qualified as stuffed animals, but OK, I told her, we’ll look at Toys R Us and if they don’t have either one, we’ll check out Meijer, because I have to shop there, too.
Surprisingly, Toys R Us had neither a stuffed snake or a stuffed spider (imagine that), though one of the employees told me Toys R Us used to carry stuffed snakes. So we went to Meijer and, surprise again! No stuffed spiders and no stuffed snakes.
So what’s a grandma to do? I try to get my grandkids what they want (and what I can afford), but I was running out of options. Aha! I know! I’ll crochet a stuffed snake and a stuffed spider. I have no clue how to make either one, but I’ll showcase my masterpieces in a future blog.
In the meantime, please listen to this Jim Stafford song. Mary Lou wasn’t anything like my little Avery: