The story of our large stuffed “Sylvester the Cat” dates back before we had kids. I wish I could say that I had won the behemoth of a feline, but that honor belongs to Connie’s cousin in California (the trip home is another story). Earlier today Maggie pulled Sylvester down to her level. We had tacked him up to the wall for support since he isn’t that sturdy after having survived the two boys (and their friends).
Anyway, we are in the living room tonight when Maggie comes in asking for the doctor kit (the toy one that I got for my graduation). So I go into the toy room and get the kit off of the shelf for her. I then watch as she takes it over to where Sylvester is lying down on the floor with a blanket on him. The two girls then work feverishly to resuscitate Sylvester, who obviously needs a little TLC. It’s so fun that they play so well together. I’m not sure which one came up with the idea, but it was hilarious to watch them working away at it. BTW, the patient did make it. Maybe he will help us pick up the mess.