After watching Toy Story 3 recently I can't help but feel compassion for toys.
Like when Woody got shelved early last week (before our trip away) because Connor was playing too rough with him. He got left there all week and I felt so guilty. Poor Woody...
Then there was the time we went to the shops and Libby's "Effie" somehow fell out of the pram without being noticed and she is lost forever. I can't help but wonder if she is trying to find her way home? Poor Effie...
It made me feel all warm and fuzzy when I saw this today...
Here was Woody sitting having tea and cakes. How nice I thought. Woody would be so pleased, but there were no friends in sight. He was all alone. I once again started feeling sad for Woody. But I shouldn't have been worried, his Barbie friends were just getting dressed for tea...
The life as a toy must be grande :)