Not only does it give me a good laugh, it reminds me of some of my forays into domestication...
When G-Man was in grade school, he had to select a craft kit that involved stuffing and sewing a stuffed animal. I never did understand the point of such assignments because you just know it is going to fall on the Moms (or Dads in the case of the 'build a bridge' assignment).
And G-man, being the kid he is, could not select a simple kit. He comes home with an 11-inch Bengal tiger kit.
Me: OMG, G-Man, are you trying to embarrass me???? You know I do not sew.So we compromised and worked together on this thing. I say thing, because it did not look like a tiger when we were done - or not like a healthy tiger, anyway.
G-Man: I'll do it; it is my homework.
Me: Like that ever stopped me .
It's nose was pretty close to its right eye which was a lot farther from its left eye than it should have been.
One of the ears was twisted inside of itself...permanently.
We sent it to school as the Facially Challenged Lost Bengal of the Jungle. Teach was not impressed; but I did get a C+ for effort.
And being the supportive mom that I am, that tiger rode in the back window of my car until G-Man was a Sophomore in High School.
One of the little neighbor girls who loves G-Man always let me know how much she loved my tiger and came out and blatantly asked for it on several occasion.
Nooooo - G-Man made me that.....
I finally threw it in the trunk one day when I pulled into the school parking lot and realized the visiting football team was the Bengals. A Bengal Rebel would not have gone over too well:(