The boys came across these cowboy statutes at my parent's house.Henry, especially, fell in love with them and Grandpa J let him bring them home.
Yesterday, Henry ran into his room to get something and suddenly he let out the most shrill scream.
I raced into his room as fast as I could--having no idea what horrible thing I was going to find. Sadly, I found the two cowboys lying on the ground with bits shattered off of them.
Henry was mortified! He was in such shock that one had lost it's head and that there were bits of plaster all over the floor. Josh was the culprit--he just knew it.
Josh, who had tagged along behind Henry into the bedroom, didn't have any problems owning up to what he had done. I don't think it was on purpose, but it would have been nice to see a bit more sympathy from him!
All is well, now.
The head has been glued back on. Most of the chunks have been replaced and I think I can tint the areas of white plaster that couldn't be fixed.
Even a bit beat up, they are still loved!
