I was startled by this little guy when I got into my truck to leave from work the other day.  I only had to drive about 5 miles away.  I drove carefully and kept an eye on him so he would not blow off on the trip.  With his perpetual smile, I could hardly hurt him on purpose.  I’m not that heartless!  When we both safety arrived at my destination, I then began to worry if he had been separated from all his family and friends.  Yes, sometimes I revert back to an eight year old emotionally–or is that my true state?  At least I don’t still talk to stuffed animals–much.



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