You guys, seriously?
Oh yeah, that was awesome. I only asked because there were many awesome callbacks.
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You guys, seriously?
Oh yeah, that was awesome. I only asked because there were many awesome callbacks.
bt - have you gotten "Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed" by Mo Willems yet??
I had a blankie that became a tattered and knotted length of rag. I keep thinking I've gotten rid of it and then it turns up so it might be around here somewhere. I'll probably find it when I move. I also have a Yakko who travels with me but I've only had him since I was in my late twenties.
The bed is full of stuffed wolves that Hubby finds in thrift stores. They make good pillows, and I occasionally grab one if I need something squishy to sleep on.
You have a plush squid?Yes. Yes, I do. I named him Oliver before I realized he has only 5 appendages. I like Squiddie Smalls...I should have thought longer and harder about his name, given his importance in my life!
A cephalopod neighbour?I wish.
The bed is full of stuffed wolves that Hubby finds in thrift stores
Mal's BFF is a stuffed wolf. Named Wolfie. Mal was sobbing and miserable and strapped into his stroller, but managed to grab Wolfie out of a bin in the NMAI. He buried his snot- and tear-covered face in Wolfie's side, and clutched him like crazy, so we had to buy Wolfie.
To this day, Mal sleeps with his head pillowed on Wolfie.
Dylan sleeps with his arms around ALL of his stuffed animals and however many books happen to be in bed with him at the time. He claims this is so the monsters don't steal them.
He claims this is so the monsters don't steal them.
He's a smarty-pants!
He claims this is so the monsters don't steal them.
Smart!
I don't actually have any of my stuffed toys from my early childhood. Gunderson and Murphy (both bears from Gund) joined the family when I was 9 and 10.
Clovis and Prudence spend each night sitting behind my pillow, watching over me, and the squashy sleeping companion is selcted each night by a highly scientific process of whichever one seems like the "right" one.
Sigh. It's hard to be an animist.
WORD.
Huh, I don't know if my parents still have my original much-worn teddy bear or not. By the time I was in school I'd plucked it bald, the stomach had to be patched up, and the head was at definite risk of decapitation.