I pulled and pulled… and *POP*… my Mojo slipped right back in!
Not that I have much time to play with him, but I put him in the corner
where the Muse was quietly weeping for the loss of her husband.
She stopped crying immediately and send a tentative smile my way.
I realize I have to take better care of this couple.
I nurse them lovingly now.
I water them, I caress them, I blow kisses to them from the place where I sit.
‘Sorry guys, I have to finish some work and then you can come out to play.’
On Sunday, I asked them politely to come out of their corner to play with me.
They did! We had fun!
Oohh, happy playful joyful Sunday!