I hate stuffed animals. I really do. Unfortunately stuffed animals are a prerequisite for having a child. I mean, how can you not let your Mickey obsessed child have her very own Mickey doll?
The other day I gathered all of Regan stuffed toys and placed them on the bookshelf. Well, almost all of them. The homie Dora stays in the car as Regan’s backseat companion. And the homie Penguin is MIA.
Five minutes after I gathered them altogether, they were strewn about her bedroom. And therein lies my dissatisfaction with stuffed animals.