(My friend Anne has put out a call for bloggers to be bold and true with their posts every Monday. I don't stick to it religiously, but I do sometimes get inspired.)
I cannot abide the thought of discarded toys—not board games and action figures, but dolls and stuffed animals. I have to hurry past bins of them at thrift stores and garage sales. I get a little misty thinking about my own lost friends of childhood.
And I get positively weepy at the thought of Bean outgrowing her inanimate friends—in fact, I need to stop that line of thinking right now—and she hasn't even met them yet.
I cannot even begin to explain why I have such an emotional attachment to these things, but I do. The less commercial the item, the harder it is for me to imagine someone wanting to part with it.
And I will tell you, unequivocally, that when I discovered that Brandon still had a stuffed bear and stuffed Gizmo from his childhood, it was just one more indication that I had found my soul mate.
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