Pinchy Two is on the premises

The UPS man (in his shorts, no less - SWEET) just thudded a package into the entryway. "Miss O, you have a package from Paris!!"

She came scrambling downstairs. "What? What? What is it???"

I ripped open the box and surreptitiously pulled the tags off Pinchy 2. "Look! It's Pinchy! He got tired of hanging out in France and he came home!"

She squealed, grabbed him, and starting stroking him. "Pinchy! I missed you SOOOO much!" Then she called DH and said, "Dadda! Pinchy came home! He must have wrapped hisself up and he came home!"

Ah, the innocence of a three year old.

I was astounded at how, um, clean this lobster is. Looking at him made me realize how filthy poor Pinchy really was. Perhaps it's better this way... ;-)

She's now over in Mel's backyard, Pinchy in the crook of her arm, digging in the dirt. I suspect this new clean Pinchy won't be a stranger to the inside of the Maytag for very long.