But... there is only one possible thought, looking at this piece of sculpture:
"It's a dead turtle. Right?" (perhaps with the mental follow-up: "What can possibly have inspired the fabrication of a candy-dish shaped like a dead turtle?"
I'm not a particularly sentimental parent, and, really, curbing the impulse to mock this thing is frankly beyond me. My daughter's injured outrage, as viewer after viewer makes this "wrong" interpretation only intensifies the urge to laugh.
(It's supposed to be a rendition of a live hedgehog, curled, ah... cutely on its back)
But--I do love this thing. There's only a narrow space of time when one can receive a gift like this from one's progeny, proffered in all earnestness.
Until it gets knocked over and loses one of those spindly rigor mortis legs, it's a keeper.