So, in that sense, I have failed my self-imposed obligation to post anecdotes about Skipper through Friday.
However, it is closely related to Skipper, and I did post today, so I'm going to claim victory!
Unsurprisingly, as a result of our being 'in a family way,' a few stuffed animals have showed up at our house.
On the left is a beanie baby Thunder Ball, in the middle is Mr. Penguin, and on the right is Hello Kitty-Bunny.
(Yes, Sam likes to sing about Hello Kitty-Bunny to the tune of Kitty-Doggy.)
However, each morning, this is what I wake up to:
Mr. Penguin never seems to make it out of the hallway.
And he is usually found near Hello Kitty-Bunny.
This is actually the most PG version I've come across. They're usually in a far more compromising position.
Thunder Ball is almost always in a room by himself. If I didn't know better, I would think he was the culprit, and, jealous of Mr. Penguin and Hello Kitty-Bunny's illicit affair, he kills them each night.
We have, however, after several days of observation, discovered the actual culprit:
As it has been several years since Tiger last owned a stuffed animal, we had forgotten her obsession with them. Every night after we go to bed she's been playing with them and scattering them over the house. Sam thinks she has a tea party each night.
I suspect it's a deranged version of Clue.