me: Carter! You can not leave Steve in your pocket. Don’t you remember what happened to Sheep?
carter: In his sweet little angelic voice – Sorry momma but sometimes I forget things.
This is Steve. He is from Minecraft.
Steve’s journey through the wash ended without loss of limb and will probably make for a good story to tell his friends over a tiny mug of beer. Steve is o.k. (Although I do worry that Steve may have developed aquaphobia from his ordeal.)
The same cannot be said for Sheep (who is also from Minecraft).
Sheep was not always this mangy. His “wool” used to be a vibrant red color and was sleek, not tattered. Sheep has developed a deep distrust of pockets, where he once found them to be warm and cozy. And said pocket is no longer white, but permanently stained a deep pink.
And lastly this, from the dryer.
sometimes I feel like Steve, sometimes Sheep
Me too! 🙂
I know! I felt pretty baaaaad for him (hehehehe).
I have just moved to America and am – for the first time. Experiencing a shared washer in the apartment block. I am not just finding my kids things in there, but other peoples…seriously, it’s weird!
Oh my, now that sounds like an interesting blog post!