It really bugs my Aunt Darcy that I won’t tell her why I love hangers so much. But the truth is I don’t know why. Maybe it is the way they flip so easily between my fingers. Maybe it is because with a little imagination they can be anything I went them to be. Maybe I feel bad for plastic hangers, because they would just get thrown away if I didn’t play with them. Whatever the reason really is all I can say is that a plastic hanger is the best toy ever.
My hanger and I at the top of the Y.
My hanger and I checking out a car museum.
My hanger an I Christmas morning.
My hanger an I at a park with mom.
My hanger and I on my birthday.
Parker, Kathryn, my hanger and me.
My hanger and I standing on mom.
My hanger an I stuck behind the couch.
My hanger and I meeting a snake.
My hanger and I eating cake.
My hanger an I trick-or-treating.
Me and my hanger. The perfect combination.
