Sooo.....
When we went back to the farm for more speech therapy today, Miss Cyndi told me she had a problem.
I was all, Oh, CRAP. Don't tell me something broke on her bag already. She just got the thing yesterday. Poop. Farts. Stinkbombs.
Turns out all my italic four-year-old expletives were for naught.
"My daughter and my sister saw my bag, and now they both have to have one of their own."
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Two more orders, and I get to play around with making the bags a bit bigger. Wish me luck! I'll be sure to post pics when these are done.
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