When my three year old runs up to me in the bathroom and says "Daddy, fix it!" you can be reasonably sure I'll have something to post.
Bubbles bit the dust.
Shane and I talked about it. I'm not mad (if anything, I'm amused!), but I do want Shane to learn that there are times things are broken and they can't be fixed.
This is not the case for Bubbles, though. I let Shane see him busted up, but I'll buy some modelling glue and resurrect him eventually. Sorry, Bubbles. No rest for the warjack!
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