Who would let their child snuggle with one of these germ-infested monstrosities?! My nightmare is not the ripped faces or missing limbs but the Ebola virus teeming out of their stuffing! Good God!
I have the teddy bear my grandfather gave me when I was born. I’m 55 now. She got left at a friend of my mother’s in Tupelo Ms. When I was maybe 10. She came back home on a greyhound bus. With her own ticket no less. I over her now just as much as I did then. She sits on a shelf in my dining room.
I have a bear who is almost as old as I am, I went to Nixon’s site and found one that looked just like him. My mom kept him patched and my husband has done a pretty good job of helping in his upkeep as well (nice to have a guy who cares!). He’s just part of the family, it’s good to have an old friend around when you need one!