Poor Woody.

When I bought this doll (sorry, Action Figure) for Thomas earlier this year I had no idea how much of an obsession Thomas would develop for everything Toy Story.

The toy was cheap and it shows. The arm you can see has been taped to prevent losing the arm below the elbow. Unfortunately the other arm could not be saved and is buried somewhere deep beneath the Duplo blocks, likely never to be seen again (although it spent some time in Buzz Lightyear’s helmet which was a little creepy). Woody has also lost the ability to talk and his hat and guitar have disappeared somewhere in toy limbo. He is a poor beaten up toy who has seen better days.

Thomas asked for a new (bigger) Woody toy for his birthday and we are going to give it to him a little early so he can enjoy it during our upcoming vacation. I can’t wait to see him open it although part of me feels a little like we are feeding an addiction.

P.S. Thomas left Woody sitting in this position on our step stool when he left for daycare the other day. I took a photo but left him there to just watch the day go by until Thomas came home.