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The Killer Rabbit
Alessia has an organic cotton lovey with a bunny head. His head and ears are perfect for teething. Last winter I was rocking Alessia before a nap. She was teething and taking it out on lovey's head and face. At the same, it had been a cold couple of days and Alessia had a split lip. By the time she fell asleep, I couldn't help but notice that this cute little bunny lovey:
Closely resembled a Monty Python killer rabbit, covered in the blood of its victims.
Attack of the Killer Giraffe
Yesterday I put Olivia in her crib so that I could get Alessia ready for her nap. So that Olivia would have something to look at, I propped up Alessia's old giraffe on the side of the crib:
While I was getting Alessia ready, Olivia started to fuss. By the time I put Alessia in the crib, Olivia was screaming. I walked in my room, and there was the giraffe mauling my screaming, flailing baby girl. He had fallen in such a way that he was draped over her neck, face down, going for the jugular. I ran to rescue the poor little girl, laughing all the way.