Last weekend we needed to wash Spencer’s lambie — a task I tend to put it off as long as possible despite my germphobia due to the disasterous consquences should anything go awry during the washing process. Also, bear in mind, I use the term “Lambie” quite loosely because it is now more like a lambie fragment.
I gently hand washed Lambie in the sink (gave him a ‘bath’) and then gently placed it on the drier rack (for some time at the ‘spa’). Despite some initial anxiety about the whole process, by the end of the day, the proof was in the pudding (clean lambie love).
“Mom, can you wash my Lambie every day?”
“Umm, no.”
