While we were camping with the Robinson side of my family at the Heber Valley Camp, we got all the kids in the bunk house and I was the designated babysitter while the other adults hung out and played kick the can in the dark. After quite a while, Ben started complaining that Potsy wouldn't be quiet. His favorite doll (version number five no less) had finally given up the ghost or at least he was trying. He is one of those plush Precious Moments dolls that if you squeeze the tummy, it says A Child's Prayer. He wouldn't stop saying the prayer, only you couldn't really understand the words anymore, just more of a weird squeaky rumble that never stopped. Potsy really did go for almost 20 minutes straight and Ben couldn't sleep with him snuggled against his face.
The other kids were pretty much asleep, so I took Potsy outside to see what I could figure out in the light. I could not get him to stop, but Brian and I both knew Ben wouldn't sleep without him. Brian found a sharp kitchen knife, opened Potsy's pajamas and ripped his back seam totally open. He pulled out the batteries and Potsy was finally quiet. He gently stuffed all the stuffing back inside and velcroed the pajamas back together. Ben slept through the night.
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