Years ago, when my children had left home and married, I suffered from empty-nest syndrome. My husband and I had moved to a remote area, so I made the Raggedy Tots. There are only seven here, but I made over a dozen. Now my grandchildren love to play with them.
Trouble is, I get no sleep now because the tots sneak out of bed in the middle of the night, raid my cookie jar and eat all the fruit. Then they turn on the stereo and dance around until they're exhausted. Naughty raggedy Tots.