I’d blown out lights, broken cameras, dropped flashes. I’d gone through monitors, backdrops, and umbrellas.
But the tickle monster remained.
I know, some kids didn’t like him. But they were rare. Most thrilled to his funny lambswool fuzzies. They giggled and grasped at him. I got smiles when we thought there could be none.
But he’s gone.
It’s my fault, totally. I left him hanging in a tree at Boulder Park during the snowman shoots. Left like an old shoe. He deserved better.
I LOVE my new tickle monster.
And so do babies!
(But I still feel bad for forgetting the old one.)
Come see him!