He was every four-year-old girl's dream: Stretch Monster.
Never a fan of traditional baby dolls or the like,
"Stwetch Monsto" was my mean, green, constant and loyal companion. Whether riding together in Mum's
smoke filled Toyota Celica Sport Coupe, having a tea and deep discussion with Steve Martin (my other squishy friend, though much taller and invisible), or simply having a
good sleep, Stwetch Monsto was always there for me.
BFFs we were.
Well, at least until I chewed off his ears and toes and made the red jelly come out.
1 comment:
Ha! Hilarious.
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