Re-Gifted

My dear, sweet mother recently cleaned out the upstairs. In the process of doing this, she rediscovered some precious childhood toys. Two things were apparently true. First, she dreaded seeing these items in the garbage. Second, she had no qualms about giving my brother’s favorite stuffed animal to his wife.

The new owner and the original owner had some discussions about whose “Brownie” actually was.











But in the end, they worked out an amiable solution.

And then they drove off with Brownie. He was sleeping under a coat in the back seat.











I officially caught a Brownie napping.