A Dad of Uncommon Talents

So last week, just as I was about the shepherd K out the door for a playdate with K2, she went to lovingly bid her recently acquired, highly favored, bright green, ceramic piggy bank goodbye.  Unfortunately, somewhere amongst the child-porcine conversation / affection exchange, the rotund little devil slipped from her grasp and broke into several large pieces, despite landing on a semisoft carpeted area.  Oh yes, the poor kid immediately turned into a heartbroken, weeping, mass of tortured humanity.  I comforted her as well as I could, and assured her that our chief resident fixer-upper (AKA FF, the glue man) would do his best to surgically repair the little green hamsteak at the pig hospital.

And being a Dad of uncommon talents, he took the repair job to that next level.  Check it out:

Notice that they are not any old bandaids, but DORA bandaids!

Look at the bandaid wrapped around his little ham hock! AWWW!