The frog, the cat, the horse, the girl and medicine!

You would think that William is such a boyish boy, with all his craze over trucks and heavy machineries, and then cowboys and horses and such...

The frog
And then he has this girly influence by his mummy and much-adored jie jie - on soft toys! A year back, when he was shopping with hubs, he laugai-ed and pointed to a frog soft toy that he wanted, which hubs obliged, and then he hugged it all the time, well, back at home it was once in a while.

Fat Hailey aka Cowgirl
And then there is the pink doll, a Heh Heh replica, but newer version because this was the spare that we bought during Victoria's toddler years, afraid that Heh Heh will one day meet her end and then we'll have to face a crying princess. So we bought, but Vic rejected it back home simply because it was new... and FAT.

So now this 2nd Heh Heh is fondly called (I'm solely guilty of this) Fat Hailey, which William has gladly adopted as his very own Heh Heh, that sometimes take the role as Cowgirl when she gets on the Horse.

The Cat
Oh, and once when Vic and I were having a rare mummy-daughter shopping spree or more like, errands spree in Ikea, Vic spotted a collection of soft toy cats. You know how much I "love" cats, be it real or fake. I said NO. Also because we have enough of soft toys and they collect dust easily, and dust is our numero uno enemy in the house.

But when we were checking out, Vic took one - the ginger cat, and another - the grey cat which I objected, but she said one for her, and one for William. OK, so I agreed because she had a good heart and didn't have cash. So I bought these two cats and although Vic named the grey cat "Boy" for her brother, William aptly renamed it to simply, "Cat"


The Horse
Last week I remembered a brown horse that a friend, Aunty Jocelyn and Uncle Jeremy gave to Vic for Christmas some years ago. Vic didn't play with it and I kept it new in a bag. It struck me suddenly that William was all crazy over cowboys and hats and horses, so I took this horse out, and that very evening he insisted to bring it for cell gathering, and then to sleep with.

But oh no, hubs and I banned the horse from sleeping on our bed because it has been out and germs will crawl all over our bed, so William countered us by saying, "Horse sleep on William bed"... ohh, smartie.

So these are but a few of the main characters of soft toys that William plays with. Occassionally he goes to the display cabinet and helps himself to my TY beanie collection (now you know where the kids inherited this soft-toy-loving from) and even uses the dog as his make belief horse for his plastic cowboy.

I know, soft toys are homes for dust and dustmites, and they should be entirely banned. I put away my sleeping partners a couple of years ago, sacrificing them because of Vic's allergy to dust. And then this William took an affection to soft toys because he sees Vic with Heh Heh, but whenever I can, these toys go into "hiding" and he doesn't seem to notice... phew! Or when Mr Roboclean vaccuum comes out for his weekly duty, any toys within range goes for a suction bath!

Oh, and this is how William takes his med - through a syringe - the same as Vic, only that I couldn't catch a shot of Vic eating her med. Thank God no problems getting them to take medicine now, which is a good and bad sign.