A couple of years ago, Mr. Craft Frog got me this little plastic pseudo-gumball machine that dispensed questionably chalky candy. It was, of course, frog-themed.
Over the years, it’s slowly come apart. First the little bit attaching the head to the body came off, so the head freely (very freely) came off. Then parts of the lily pad started breaking off. Then I threw the body/lily pad away due to sharp bits, and my daughter adopted the head.
It was something she’d play with every so often, until one day she named it “Princess Bassoon” (Little Einsteins). Just the head, mind you. She started playing with it more often and she’d build castles and beds for it, which- a little creepy.
Last night she broke down in sobs. Princess Bassoon needed a body. Poor Princess Bassoon *needed* a body. I remember getting similarly despondent over broken toys when I was little, and apparently she’s a chip off the old bleeding heart.
So I spent last night making this.
I don’t even.