I made my cousins a pair of sock-puppets this Christmas:
This one is for Tyce.
This one is for Barrett.
Yeah, it's a little weird to give the fangy-one to the little-er one. But the fangy-one was little-er arm-er friendli-er one, too. So it worked out. (psst...The secret of success in sock puppets is to sew pom-poms inside their faces to give them shape, like nostrils and eyebrow ridges.)
Barrett made me something too. Well. Me and Vlad:
They were buds for a second, but Vlad wanted to "share" one of his toothpick "quills". And by "share", I mean pull it out like a hedgehog version of Excalibur and parade victoriously around the coffee table. I need to start worrying that Vlad will lead the coup to oust me from my probably-totally-really-happening meglomaniacal world-domination.